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Because he, understandably, froze in shock and awe.
Word. If I ran into Thom Yorke on the street, I would count it as a success if I didn't cry like a baby and wet myself. Rational thought would be nothing short of a miracle.
Post by thekingofcosmania on Mar 8, 2012 16:19:06 GMT -5
If it was me I would immediately beg him to join Flying Lotus on stage. Well, alright I wouldn't beg, but I would mention it in passing and hope it planted a seed.
FYI, when I met Thom Tuesday, it was all about letting my wife briefly tell him of our love of his music and for me to shake his hand. It was a moment we will remember the rest of our lives. Inforoo questions were the last thing on my mind, at least in the moment. After the fact, we talked for hours about all the things we thought would have been great to say or ask, but I wouldn't change anything about it.
We walked into the store and were looking for him and just praying he hadn't left yet. We still weren't sure if we had dreamed seeing him walk down the street to begin with.
He popped out of the changing room (yeah we aren't sure if he actually tried the underwear on or if he was trying something else out) and our rapid hearts started blowing out of our chests. She made eye contact for what she says was 3 seconds (I was completely jealous. Of her.) and then she quickly told him how much his music meant to us. When she told him that we walked down the aisle to his music, it was the first time he saw me as I was on the other side of the clothing rack. He looked me in the eye and very sweetly and with a genuine smile said "Really??" It was a true reaction that I took to mean that he did not think anyone could ever manage to start a happy, romantic wedding with one of their typically somber/sad, but beautiful songs. He was very shy, but appreciative.
The only thing I could think to ask him at that point was "Can I get a handshake?" which in retrospect was not at all what I had rehearsed. But he immediately said "Yeah" and I shook his hand. If you're curious, he gave a moderately firm handshake. It was neither flimsy nor was he squeezing too tightly. Just the the rest of the encounter, it was quick and perfect. He then smiled and went to the register to pay.
We awkwardly hung around the clothing rack, not sure if we should stare at him, pretend to be shopping, or just simply freak the fuck out. We tried the faux shopping option but ended up freaking the fuck out. I remember distinctly trying to hide behind the clothes where he couldn't see us while we both were silently laughing and slightly shaking.
After he had left the building, we swapped excitement and stories with the staff and the rest of our trip was a blur.
FYI, when I met Thom Tuesday, it was all about letting my wife briefly tell him of our love of his music and for me to shake his hand. It was a moment we will remember the rest of our lives. Inforoo questions were the last thing on my mind, at least in the moment. After the fact, we talked for hours about all the things we thought would have been great to say or ask, but I wouldn't change anything about it.
We walked into the store and were looking for him and just praying he hadn't left yet. We still weren't sure if we had dreamed seeing him walk down the street to begin with.
He popped out of the changing room (yeah we aren't sure if he actually tried the underwear on or if he was trying something else out) and our rapid hearts started blowing out of our chests. She made eye contact for what she says was 3 seconds (I was completely jealous. Of her.) and then she quickly told him how much his music meant to us. When she told him that we walked down the aisle to his music, it was the first time he saw me as I was on the other side of the clothing rack. He looked me in the eye and very sweetly and with a genuine smile said "Really??" It was a true reaction that I took to mean that he did not think anyone could ever manage to start a happy, romantic wedding with one of their typically somber/sad, but beautiful songs. He was very shy, but appreciative.
The only thing I could think to ask him at that point was "Can I get a handshake?" which in retrospect was not at all what I had rehearsed. But he immediately said "Yeah" and I shook his hand. If you're curious, he gave a moderately firm handshake. It was neither flimsy nor was he squeezing too tightly. Just the the rest of the encounter, it was quick and perfect. He then smiled and went to the register to pay.
We awkwardly hung around the clothing rack, not sure if we should stare at him, pretend to be shopping, or just simply freak the quack out. We tried the faux shopping option but ended up freaking the quack out. I remember distinctly trying to hide behind the clothes where he couldn't see us while we both were silently laughing and slightly shaking.
After he had left the building, we swapped excitement and stories with the staff and the rest of our trip was a blur.
FYI, when I met Thom Tuesday, it was all about letting my wife briefly tell him of our love of his music and for me to shake his hand. It was a moment we will remember the rest of our lives. Inforoo questions were the last thing on my mind, at least in the moment. After the fact, we talked for hours about all the things we thought would have been great to say or ask, but I wouldn't change anything about it.
We walked into the store and were looking for him and just praying he hadn't left yet. We still weren't sure if we had dreamed seeing him walk down the street to begin with.
He popped out of the changing room (yeah we aren't sure if he actually tried the underwear on or if he was trying something else out) and our rapid hearts started blowing out of our chests. She made eye contact for what she says was 3 seconds (I was completely jealous. Of her.) and then she quickly told him how much his music meant to us. When she told him that we walked down the aisle to his music, it was the first time he saw me as I was on the other side of the clothing rack. He looked me in the eye and very sweetly and with a genuine smile said "Really??" It was a true reaction that I took to mean that he did not think anyone could ever manage to start a happy, romantic wedding with one of their typically somber/sad, but beautiful songs. He was very shy, but appreciative.
The only thing I could think to ask him at that point was "Can I get a handshake?" which in retrospect was not at all what I had rehearsed. But he immediately said "Yeah" and I shook his hand. If you're curious, he gave a moderately firm handshake. It was neither flimsy nor was he squeezing too tightly. Just the the rest of the encounter, it was quick and perfect. He then smiled and went to the register to pay.
We awkwardly hung around the clothing rack, not sure if we should stare at him, pretend to be shopping, or just simply freak the quack out. We tried the faux shopping option but ended up freaking the quack out. I remember distinctly trying to hide behind the clothes where he couldn't see us while we both were silently laughing and slightly shaking.
After he had left the building, we swapped excitement and stories with the staff and the rest of our trip was a blur.
Awesome story, but your "we walked down the aisle to Radiohead" reminded me of this:
In addition, you're a lucky man if you're wife enjoys Radiohead as much as you do.
Despite my friend being a complete fucking retard and not being online at 10, I managed to secure 3 Floor tix for the June 1st Newark show and a solo Mezz ticket for the May 31st Newark show. Add that onto Bonnaroo and my GA tix for Camden and I WIIIIILL...be seeing Radiohead 4 times in 2 weeks. Fuck yes.
sorry for the double post but if anyone wants to try this, you can see what the view is like from your respective seating location at the Prudential Center. Pretty cool!