It happened once again last night.
You say you remember seeing me eleven years ago. Then you remember seeing me five years ago. And you’re so glad to see me last night, though you didn’t know that I’d be there. In fact, you didn’t even know it was me until my name was mentioned.
I did make a big announcement (three times actually) about the tour. Guess you weren’t following as closely as you say you were.
Don’t lie to me. Don’t bullshit me. I can smell it once you walk in the door. I’ve been there. I’ve been here. I lived in this city from 2003 til 2009. I played all around – probably over two hundred times. Never saw you in the crowd.
And people tell me I should simply be grateful. I am. Maybe you were there once or twice, and you didn’t have time to say hello. If I asked you when was the last time you saw me here, you mention my friend’s name. Yeah, that was 2006. I know you’re busy, but c’mon.
You don’t fool me. See ya next time. Maybe you’ll pick up an album of mine post-1999. There were a couple of ’em out in the lobby. You like to party, but don’t like to clean, as the ole saying goes. I’m a little bitter about it. Only coz I feel like I let you down.
I didn’t quite make the big-time and you were just waiting for me to arrive. Or maybe I’ve already made it, and you’re late.
They also say that the same people you see on the way up are the same people you see on the way down. That doesn’t apply here. Never saw you on the way up.
I know, I know. Gratitude, not attitude. That’s why I blog.
And if you’re reading this now, just know that I say this with love, and that I’m grateful that you remember me.