.....it's not that Im afraid, I think it is more that I respect the personal privacy of the individual. And besides, at some point you have to step back and realise they are just another one of the millions who inhabit this earth, no one that special.
so there I was, Morgantown West Virginia, the John Mayer concert had just finished and it was a great show, with a great seat to boot! There is a whole crew of people haning outside to see when he was going to come out of the stadium to his bus. Considering my evening activity involved cramming into a rent a car and surrounded by sub zero temperatures attempting to get some sleep, I was in no rush to leave!
Before long, some bright spark realised that John and the band were already on the bus!! The problem was the security guards stopping all access to anywhere within 100m of the busses.
It was time for the Aboriginal tracker instinct in me to kick into to gear. I walked around the stadium for a while and finally discovered a flaw in the security. Coming up from a grassy knowl, I approached the busses from behind, and once within the security tape, everyone treated me as if I was meant to be there! I wandered up to the bus in which the band was relaxing. Outside was the drummer - J.J. We chatted for a while, mainly about Sydney which he is looking forward to going to in April. Then Steven, the lead guitarist (the asian guy with glasses, for those who have seen "Any Given Thursday"). He then got on board and I was left with an open door to the party bus.
.....it was at this point that I felt like I was intruding. John Mayer didn't want another fan bugging him about the show, so I stayed outside..not out of fear, but respect.
Soon after he emerged anyway. I said g'day, told him I enjoyed the show, and then when I went to have a photo with him the camera wouldn't work!!?! And that is the TRUTH.
What I can say, is that when on the road, John drinks Corona's and allows many beautiful women onto his party bus.
The night also allowed me to pick up a John Mayer US tour shirt, which is really cool. However as Bruce Springstein once sung "with every wish there comes a curse" - and that evening, sleeping in my rent a car, was without a doubt the most hellish experience of my life. I now question whether hell will be burning sulphur pits, or -10 degree metal shells.
Tomorrow I'm off to the Big Apple to visit the soup nazi, the Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir, and many fast speaking, fast moving americans.