4 posts tagged “flag”
You already know that I'll have a lot to say about the whole experience, but for now (because I'm desperate for some sleep) I thought I'd share this photo from fourth row at last night's Police concert:
Yes, Stewart, that green blur you saw was me. Thank you for pointing at the flag, and especially for the big smiles and eye contact. Thank you for the opportunity to meet such incredible people. Thank you, Kellie, for letting me be a part of this crazy Kryptonite history.
Remember way back in December, when I was getting rather romantic (although still confused) about the appearance of ladybugs in the middle of winter? I got a ton of letters telling me that ladybugs are a symbol of "good luck", which made me happy, even without having any major incidences to prove those old wives right.
So I began to find ladybug items, like magnets and enameled pendants for necklaces. Queen of Fractal Beauty sent me a note that she wanted to send me a ladybugg'd quilted postcard, which thrilled me, and then she said she loved all the songs I'd posted (skim through here) and that is always a big heart-filler right there. When I mentioned this to one of my friends she told me it was like getting "your own green flag of sorts!" (double thrilling to even THINK of!) and I've gotta say that personal flag or not, I am quite happy to keep writing music if people like the songs enough send me quilts.
Anyway, last week I'd been walking around the house and singing "Bed's Too Big" and "Forever Live and Die" in a very melancholy voice. My husband had been in Vegas, so I was doing the single-parent thing, and I got a lot done but it was boring and a bit lonely not having my best bud in the house. Especially after seeing him beat the crap out of that drum kit the night before he left! He was awesome! So I decided to get out and tour around in the car, and I hit the post office on the way back.
QoFB's absolutely gorgeous quilted postcard was waiting for me.
Isn't it awesome? :) How cool is THIS! Note the wee ladybug on the front, and the adorable doodle of herself on the back! I LOVE this! And the forget-me-not flowers in the front fabric have a special place in my heart :) I wish I had photos to show you of the big grin I wore for the next three days! I can assure you there were no more melancholy songs since then.
Thank you so much, B. :) What an awesome artist you are. You did incredible work and I'm so glad you enjoyed the songs. I've put the wee quilt in the place of honour in my office (right beside my book!) so that I can see it every day. xo ~M.
Just walked in the door from seeing the two Police concerts in Toronto.
Oh. My. God.
My first flag point was ecstasy. I was behind Stewart Copeland and to his left, so all the drum techs and the riser mechanics were very watchable. When he came out, they started Message In A Bottle, and I saw him take little peeks around to find it. It was with Russ on Thursday, over on the right, in the stands. He saw it immediately and gave a big dramatic point, and I almost fell right over, because I knew what that point meant. Russ was like a flasher with that thing, though... he would open the flag up to his shoulders and then close it very quickly. I got one very bad photo of it, because I couldn't snap as fast as Russ did.
I met up with the most amazing group of people, and we are all tight in a very convoluted way. I couldn't even explain the friendship that we have together, what binds us so closely, or how it happened that I'm a part of it. I'm just thankful that I have met up with kindred spirits who are as insane as I am about the things that we share a passion for.
There's just too much to tell when I'm this tired and achy and screamed-out and slightly stunned. So much more I want to tell, but I really have no idea where to begin, because I'm not sure where the experience starts and my entire self ends.
I'm off to bed with a glass of water, two Tylenol, and my camera hooked up to transfer over the many pictures I took the past two days. I know I'll never have another chance to do this again, so forgive me while I recover my senses and my sanity. I'll put up photos when I have spoken to the others who were involved, told my story to those who should hear it first, and found some pictures that I can share.
I am sure I already know what I'll be dreaming about tonight.
After the last Police concert in Toronto, at the end of July, things changed for me in a big way. A lot of things I hadn't thought about, or thought through, had suddenly clicked for me. I knew there was something huge out there waiting for me, but until this summer I wasn't sure what. When my ducks lined up, I was ready and waiting to shoot them.
As a result, I've met quite a few new friends, some very astounding people. These friends will converge in a few days with even more new people, and we'll all be heading to yet another Police concert. This time, I'm a willing participant in going :)
I have never gone to a band's shows more than once; not even in all of my years as a Depeche Mode fan has it occurred to me that it was even possible (or desirable). This year I'll be seeing the Police up to three times -- which is nothing compared to the dozens of die-hard fans who are criss-crossing the planet to go to as many concerts as their sanity and pocketbook will allow. Still, I'm honoured to actually have the chance to make it to this second go around, to make "I'm not worthy" gestures at the flag, and hang out with girls who SQUEE over Their Boys. I love my husband, but he does not squee.
I'll be uploading my cellphone photos to my Flickr account, and hoping that my wee camera makes it into the stadium without any notice. I think the seats are going to give us great viewing access to Stewart's points, and if so you'll be one of the first to know.
Wish me luck... I am likely to get lost, and miss the whole thing just wandering around like a dazed moron.
