Anyone who knows me knows I am a huge James Taylor fan. Huge. Fan. You might even say I'm his Number One Fan. Heh. (If you've never read Stephen King's Misery,(or seen the movie) you have no idea what I'm talking about. In fact, I have probably alienated about half of my readers). Anyway, I love James Taylor. Well, I love his music. Because in order to love him, I'd have to know him. At least a little bit. So I love his music. I have every single album(do we still use that term?) he ever made. Even the ones that came out before I was born. I have seen him in concert six times. Or seven. I can't remember exactly. I even signed up to receive e-mails on his official web site. I guess you could call it a fan club. But that makes me sound like a freak. Let's stick with website. So on Tuesday I got an e-mail from his website letting people know about his new C.D. as well as television appearances and C.D. signings to promote such C.D. He was only doing two signings. One in L.A. and one in New York. I thought it pretty unlikely that I would make the one in New York, so I decided to try and make it to the one in Los Angeles. It just so happened that it was going to be on Wednesday night, and Wednesday is my day off. It was meant to be! So yesterday at around two-thirty I headed out on the freeway towards Los Angeles. Santa Monica, to be exact. I left so early so I would miss the evening traffic. I had no traffic at all going out and made it there in a little under an hour. I got my wristband, walked around a little bit and had something to eat, then went and sat on the sidewalk and waited. There weren't that many people there at first. As the afternoon slipped into evening, more and more people started showing up, until there was a huge crowd of people. Some of the people that showed up were.....how should I say this? Interesting. I'm not judging. Hey, there I was, sitting on the sidewalk just like they were, waiting to meet James Taylor. I'm just saying that some of them weren't exactly playing with a full deck. If you know what I mean. But the couple sitting next to me were very nice and we kind of struck up a friendship of sorts, so I didn't feel too weirded out. So after waiting for almost three hours, they finally got to our number and we lined up to go inside. And there he was. Sitting. Right. There. Like twenty feet away from me. It was just so cool. Soon it got to be my turn and I walked over to him and gave him my C.D. to sign and he totally strikes up a conversation with me! Like, asking me where I'm from, and thanking me for coming such a long way and stuff. I am so star struck at this point that I'm just kind of smiling and nodding and stammering out replies. The he sees my Iphone and asks me all sorts of questions about it, like am I happy with it, and what does it do. I am totally blown away at this point and don't even remember the last part of the conversation, or getting my picture taken with him. Next thing I know I am outside the store, calling Joe to tell him what just happened and I am on Cloud Nine. I am so glad I went. Even if I had to go by myself(Joe had to work and I have no friends). It truly was the opportunity of a lifetime.
The first sighting. There he is!(Deep Breaths)
Oh my Gosh. I'm next!
The money shot. I may not look it, but I am very nervous.
He's so tall!