Fan Experiences - Winnipeg,
Canada
I have been the lucky one to have been able
to have seen Jethro Tull in their smaller venue's are the way heyday in
Canada. My city Winnipeg had been one of the chosen few that my
favorite band of all time came to three times. The first time i saw
Jethro Tull it was a kind of of gift to my husband and myself. I
waited for tickets outside in the January air armed with my Mother's
credit card and was told in no uncertain terms I had a limit. I
bought second balcony seats in a venue that holds about 2,000-3,000
people. Imagine my surprise, the night of the concert when the whole
place was packed to the proverbial hilt. Every seat was filled.
Being in the nosebleed seats my perspective was one of looking down on the
unruly crowd while attempting not to fall into it and trying to
concentrate on Martin Barre. Martin Barre's guitar playing has
coloured and inspired all of my writing Poetry, and some fiction since I
was about 14. I consider him to be my spiritual father.
Ian Anderson of course being the leader and
lyricist/flutist/acoustic guitarist coloured my fantasy life as a
friend/fellow pirate of the high seas. I had brought a gift to the
show but security in all their bullheaded conceit, misunderstood my
intentions and would not let me back stage beforehand to proffer it to the
group. The contents were two poems and an African flower called a
"Protea" that I thought the Boys would appreciate. The night was
in March and it was not yet spring. Winnipeg in March is one heck of
a cold place and my husband and I watched as the band wowed everyone with their
greatest and lesser known work. Dave Peg is one large bald guy.
After the show we watched him walk away to his hotel a trail of wannabe
bass players and potential groupies following. I waited and waited
but Martin escaped via a different doorway as is his usual shy way of
doing things.
However boys and girls I had a lovely
conversation with Ian as he sat in a pickup truck idling behind the car
rental company next door and the narrow alley hiding the back door of the
Walker Theatre. He told me my gesture sounded lovely and maybe
next time they came to town we would be able to have a longer chat.
He signed my ticket and drove away I have the ticket in one of my Jethro
Tull boxed set collections. this is a true story no names have been
changed as we were all just having a good time.
- Roberta
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