Lime (to) - Hanging about with a small group of friends, talking and/or drinking and having a good time. This can be used as a noun or verb. Going on a lime, or liming..
JB2 & NYC: Memoirs of a Flag Wookie
by Tamadude on 16 Aug 2008 05:33
[quote="TheEqualizer"]Lime?[/quote]
Lime (to) - Hanging about with a small group of friends, talking and/or drinking and having a good time. This can be used as a noun or verb. Going on a lime, or liming..
Lime (to) - Hanging about with a small group of friends, talking and/or drinking and having a good time. This can be used as a noun or verb. Going on a lime, or liming..
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by TheEqualizer on 16 Aug 2008 06:00
[quote="Tamadude"][quote="TheEqualizer"]Lime?[/quote]
Lime (to) - Hanging about with a small group of friends, talking and/or drinking and having a good time. This can be used as a noun or verb. Going on a lime, or liming..
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What is its origin?
Lime (to) - Hanging about with a small group of friends, talking and/or drinking and having a good time. This can be used as a noun or verb. Going on a lime, or liming..
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What is its origin?
There is no bigger gong.
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by Tamadude on 16 Aug 2008 06:08
[quote="TheEqualizer"][quote="Tamadude"][quote="TheEqualizer"]Lime?[/quote]
Lime (to) - Hanging about with a small group of friends, talking and/or drinking and having a good time. This can be used as a noun or verb. Going on a lime, or liming..
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What is its origin?[/quote]
That particular definition was taken from the Trinidadian dictionary, but the term is common among most carribean nations.
Lime (to) - Hanging about with a small group of friends, talking and/or drinking and having a good time. This can be used as a noun or verb. Going on a lime, or liming..
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What is its origin?[/quote]
That particular definition was taken from the Trinidadian dictionary, but the term is common among most carribean nations.
I don't wanna work, I just wanna bang on the drums all day.
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by TheEqualizer on 16 Aug 2008 06:09
[quote="Tamadude"][quote="TheEqualizer"][quote="Tamadude"][quote="TheEqualizer"]Lime?[/quote]
Lime (to) - Hanging about with a small group of friends, talking and/or drinking and having a good time. This can be used as a noun or verb. Going on a lime, or liming..
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What is its origin?[/quote]
That particular definition was taken from the Trinidadian dictionary, but the term is common among most carribean nations.[/quote]
Ah. I will try to work that into my vocabulary.
Lime (to) - Hanging about with a small group of friends, talking and/or drinking and having a good time. This can be used as a noun or verb. Going on a lime, or liming..
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What is its origin?[/quote]
That particular definition was taken from the Trinidadian dictionary, but the term is common among most carribean nations.[/quote]
Ah. I will try to work that into my vocabulary.
There is no bigger gong.
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by Tamadude on 16 Aug 2008 06:10
PT. 13
After soundheck, while we were sitting there having little discussions speculating about when they intended to throw down these 2 delicious new covers, Brad came back and escorted us to the backstage area. We stopped at a large transport crate, but Brad only took TamaJT and his buddy up the small flight of stairs to go tour the drums, without me! But that little twist of fate turned out to be a monumental blessing in disguise.
I was a bit surprised at first to have been held back, but then when I saw Dietmar just chill-axin' on the shipping crate, in his familiar calm/cool/collected demeanor, I just followed his lead. Of course, he instinctively knew to hang back. He calmly told me that, "this is where STEWART will appear", and so I just forgot about the drums and stayed with the D-man.
Now is where my memory gets really patchy. I don't remember seeing STEWART walk up to us. I have absolutely no memory of that. All I know is that I looked up (probably from fiddling with my camera), and lo and behold there is a Stewart Copeland standing in front of me. Ya, Stewart Copeland is standing in front of me. He's drenched from his soundcheck session in the sun, and he's gotten his hat back from Sting, who had worn it during the session. Then Dietmar introduces me as Tamadude from the forum, and informs him that I will be in possesion of the Flag tonight on waaayy Andy's side. STEWART then extends his arm, and in an instant I found myself shaking the hand of a living, legendary, musical genius.
Ok, now I have to remark about the handshake. Now I've always had a wookie-strength handshake, like a kung-fu grip reflex kind of thing. I always shake hands with vigor. It's how I was raised. I have even unintentionally injured some folks with my handshake before. So the terrifying thought flew across my mind that if I shake this man's hand too hard, I could potentially jeopardize the final three Police performances. Which meant I could then expect to be lynched like the Cubs fan who robbed his own hometeam of the world series, or even the Columbian soccer player who cost his country a title, or the Flagbearer who wrecked the Flag. (<Huh?) So I conscientiously shook his hand like a wussy. Hey STEWART, if you are reading this dung, please understand that I don't usually offer up a deadfish handshake like that. I was just being ultra-cautious, and rightfully so I think!
Anyways, moving right along, I'm just standing there listening to the two of them shoot the shit like a couple of old friends. I don't recall all that was said. Stew spoke so fast and quietly; it's not possible to remember everything. I think he spoke about the covers, the arrangement of them, and the Apollo and stuff. Maybe that's why I don't recall so much; he was almost whispering at one point.
When I sensed he was about to leave, I pulled out my blue sharpie and humbly asked him if he wouldn't mind signing the back of my shirt, and of course he obliged. He is, after all, STEWART. While he's inscribing a big, bold, beautiful autograph on my back, he says something snarky about the color blue, and then something equally dubious about ebay. But I promptly reply to him that the shirt he was signing would be joining me in my casket.
Dietmar's got my camera and takes our picture in front of a big blue tarp. It's THE best picture on my camera. We thank him, and then we say sayonara, he says you're welcome, and just like that, an icon, my childhood and current hero, walks off into the darkness of a backstage passageway, and that's it. The best six minute rendez-vous of my life had just transpired. Holy sheep shit. People would kill for the experience I just had.
Whatever happened the rest of the time I was in New York suddenly didn't really matter that much. My trip had already far exceeded any of my wildest dreams and beyond, and the concert hadn't even started yet.
Man, I love New York.
TBC......
After soundheck, while we were sitting there having little discussions speculating about when they intended to throw down these 2 delicious new covers, Brad came back and escorted us to the backstage area. We stopped at a large transport crate, but Brad only took TamaJT and his buddy up the small flight of stairs to go tour the drums, without me! But that little twist of fate turned out to be a monumental blessing in disguise.
I was a bit surprised at first to have been held back, but then when I saw Dietmar just chill-axin' on the shipping crate, in his familiar calm/cool/collected demeanor, I just followed his lead. Of course, he instinctively knew to hang back. He calmly told me that, "this is where STEWART will appear", and so I just forgot about the drums and stayed with the D-man.
Now is where my memory gets really patchy. I don't remember seeing STEWART walk up to us. I have absolutely no memory of that. All I know is that I looked up (probably from fiddling with my camera), and lo and behold there is a Stewart Copeland standing in front of me. Ya, Stewart Copeland is standing in front of me. He's drenched from his soundcheck session in the sun, and he's gotten his hat back from Sting, who had worn it during the session. Then Dietmar introduces me as Tamadude from the forum, and informs him that I will be in possesion of the Flag tonight on waaayy Andy's side. STEWART then extends his arm, and in an instant I found myself shaking the hand of a living, legendary, musical genius.
Ok, now I have to remark about the handshake. Now I've always had a wookie-strength handshake, like a kung-fu grip reflex kind of thing. I always shake hands with vigor. It's how I was raised. I have even unintentionally injured some folks with my handshake before. So the terrifying thought flew across my mind that if I shake this man's hand too hard, I could potentially jeopardize the final three Police performances. Which meant I could then expect to be lynched like the Cubs fan who robbed his own hometeam of the world series, or even the Columbian soccer player who cost his country a title, or the Flagbearer who wrecked the Flag. (<Huh?) So I conscientiously shook his hand like a wussy. Hey STEWART, if you are reading this dung, please understand that I don't usually offer up a deadfish handshake like that. I was just being ultra-cautious, and rightfully so I think!
Anyways, moving right along, I'm just standing there listening to the two of them shoot the shit like a couple of old friends. I don't recall all that was said. Stew spoke so fast and quietly; it's not possible to remember everything. I think he spoke about the covers, the arrangement of them, and the Apollo and stuff. Maybe that's why I don't recall so much; he was almost whispering at one point.
When I sensed he was about to leave, I pulled out my blue sharpie and humbly asked him if he wouldn't mind signing the back of my shirt, and of course he obliged. He is, after all, STEWART. While he's inscribing a big, bold, beautiful autograph on my back, he says something snarky about the color blue, and then something equally dubious about ebay. But I promptly reply to him that the shirt he was signing would be joining me in my casket.
Dietmar's got my camera and takes our picture in front of a big blue tarp. It's THE best picture on my camera. We thank him, and then we say sayonara, he says you're welcome, and just like that, an icon, my childhood and current hero, walks off into the darkness of a backstage passageway, and that's it. The best six minute rendez-vous of my life had just transpired. Holy sheep shit. People would kill for the experience I just had.
Whatever happened the rest of the time I was in New York suddenly didn't really matter that much. My trip had already far exceeded any of my wildest dreams and beyond, and the concert hadn't even started yet.
Man, I love New York.
TBC......
I don't wanna work, I just wanna bang on the drums all day.
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by copeland_girl5 on 16 Aug 2008 11:48
Awesome, TD...I'm just lovin this (and I'm sooo happy for you)...it's bringing my adrenaline levels back up...
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by policerule on 16 Aug 2008 11:51
Dude... handshake... 
Thanks for thinking of all of us and not crushing his hand.
Oh, and would a true fan EVER sell anything he signed on ebay??? I think not. I would hope that Stewart would have a better understanding of his nutters.
Thanks for thinking of all of us and not crushing his hand.
Oh, and would a true fan EVER sell anything he signed on ebay??? I think not. I would hope that Stewart would have a better understanding of his nutters.
READY THE BLADE!
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by bella on 16 Aug 2008 16:30
"there is a Stewart Copeland standing in front of me" 
LOVE! IT!
wookieman, this is such a fantastic story and I'm so happy for you. But Stewart was almost whispering? I didn't think it was stewartly possible!
And I love the "joining me in my casket" comment. Hurray for you on that one. Like Prule said, he should know his nutters better.
LOVE all the amazing video you got, too. I'm DYING here watching them and I'm very impressed that you could keep quiet during recording. Alas, the camera was still boppin' to the tunes. We'll give you that one.
xoxoxo
LOVE! IT!
wookieman, this is such a fantastic story and I'm so happy for you. But Stewart was almost whispering? I didn't think it was stewartly possible!
And I love the "joining me in my casket" comment. Hurray for you on that one. Like Prule said, he should know his nutters better.
LOVE all the amazing video you got, too. I'm DYING here watching them and I'm very impressed that you could keep quiet during recording. Alas, the camera was still boppin' to the tunes. We'll give you that one.
xoxoxo
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by Tamadude on 16 Aug 2008 17:20
http://www.flickr.com/photos/29096307@N ... 737413448/
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PT. 14
Next, Brad came back and showed me up to the stage, where I was told to remain in the direct proximity of the percussion area; aka Jeff's office. So again I happily obey the rules. The time for asshattery was not then.
When I arrived on stage, the kit, and percussion rig were both covered up. I had basically missed out on seeing the unveiled kit up close, but I didn't care. I had a pretty damn good excuse! And I knew that only in a matter of weeks, I would be able to take umpteen billion photos of an SC replica kit until the cows come home. Drums shmums.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/29096307@N05/2767671655/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/29096307@N05/2768436090/
So as my luck continued, the next icon I got to meet was St. Jeff. I stood there in awe and watched how a crucial cog in the STEWART machine operated. I mean it was eye-opening. There wasn't much room back there. I'm quite certain that Jeff could probably take on a successful side-career as a contortionist. The stage looks so wide open to the viewers but backstage is a clusterfuck of wires, crates, electronics, speakers, lights, all crammed into a relatively small space with not much room to move. The complexity of it all made me really appreciate the behind-the-scenes crews. Then the good St. Jeff takes the time for us to take his pic with him.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/29096307@N05/2753900961/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/29096307@N05/2768524942/
After meeting Jeff I tell him about the signature kit, and inform him that I was Flagbearing that night, to which he replied, "Oh, you're the Flagboy! Do you have it?"and I say "No. I'm supposed to meet DirtyMartini and pick it up before the show". Then he says, "Is Kelly here? Do you have her #? I need to measure the Flag". I hadn't seen Kel nor the Flag yet, and I wished I had her # to give him. But alas, I did not, and incidentally I had no idea about the circumstances nor the degree of duress that Kel was currently under. I assumed by now they would have had those deets covered! Again, there was lot I wasn't aware of at that time.
Jeff kindly allows us to browse the kit under the covers and loiter for a bit. We stuck our cameras under the shroud for a couple frames, dilly-dallied for a while, spoke to him while he worked, and basically just stood there with my head on a swivel, trying absorb as much of it as I could. Here's some tech pics for all you drum/instrument geeks out there:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/29096307@N05/2768429136/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/29096307@N05/2768495682/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/29096307@N05/2767350932/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/29096307@N05/2767652545/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/29096307@N05/2768487282/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/29096307@N05/2767670073/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/29096307@N05/2767697687/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/29096307@N05/2768485626/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/29096307@N05/2768481150/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/29096307@N05/2768434468/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/29096307@N05/2768454100/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/29096307@N05/2768432266/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/29096307@N05/2767583667/
Then it just kinda felt like it was time to leave. No one had actually told us we had to leave, in fact everyone we met backstage was very friendly and courteous, but we didn't want to wear out our welcome so we thanked Jeff and gave him our regards, and I thanked Brad profusely, then we walked back out into the theatre grounds.
TO BE CONTINUED.........
http://www.flickr.com/photos/29096307@N ... 737413448/
PT. 14
Next, Brad came back and showed me up to the stage, where I was told to remain in the direct proximity of the percussion area; aka Jeff's office. So again I happily obey the rules. The time for asshattery was not then.
When I arrived on stage, the kit, and percussion rig were both covered up. I had basically missed out on seeing the unveiled kit up close, but I didn't care. I had a pretty damn good excuse! And I knew that only in a matter of weeks, I would be able to take umpteen billion photos of an SC replica kit until the cows come home. Drums shmums.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/29096307@N05/2767671655/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/29096307@N05/2768436090/
So as my luck continued, the next icon I got to meet was St. Jeff. I stood there in awe and watched how a crucial cog in the STEWART machine operated. I mean it was eye-opening. There wasn't much room back there. I'm quite certain that Jeff could probably take on a successful side-career as a contortionist. The stage looks so wide open to the viewers but backstage is a clusterfuck of wires, crates, electronics, speakers, lights, all crammed into a relatively small space with not much room to move. The complexity of it all made me really appreciate the behind-the-scenes crews. Then the good St. Jeff takes the time for us to take his pic with him.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/29096307@N05/2753900961/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/29096307@N05/2768524942/
After meeting Jeff I tell him about the signature kit, and inform him that I was Flagbearing that night, to which he replied, "Oh, you're the Flagboy! Do you have it?"and I say "No. I'm supposed to meet DirtyMartini and pick it up before the show". Then he says, "Is Kelly here? Do you have her #? I need to measure the Flag". I hadn't seen Kel nor the Flag yet, and I wished I had her # to give him. But alas, I did not, and incidentally I had no idea about the circumstances nor the degree of duress that Kel was currently under. I assumed by now they would have had those deets covered! Again, there was lot I wasn't aware of at that time.
Jeff kindly allows us to browse the kit under the covers and loiter for a bit. We stuck our cameras under the shroud for a couple frames, dilly-dallied for a while, spoke to him while he worked, and basically just stood there with my head on a swivel, trying absorb as much of it as I could. Here's some tech pics for all you drum/instrument geeks out there:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/29096307@N05/2768429136/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/29096307@N05/2768495682/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/29096307@N05/2767350932/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/29096307@N05/2767652545/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/29096307@N05/2768487282/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/29096307@N05/2767670073/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/29096307@N05/2767697687/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/29096307@N05/2768485626/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/29096307@N05/2768481150/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/29096307@N05/2768434468/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/29096307@N05/2768454100/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/29096307@N05/2768432266/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/29096307@N05/2767583667/
Then it just kinda felt like it was time to leave. No one had actually told us we had to leave, in fact everyone we met backstage was very friendly and courteous, but we didn't want to wear out our welcome so we thanked Jeff and gave him our regards, and I thanked Brad profusely, then we walked back out into the theatre grounds.
TO BE CONTINUED.........
I don't wanna work, I just wanna bang on the drums all day.
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by Tamadude on 16 Aug 2008 18:56
[quote="bella"]I wouldn't dare for fear of some Indiana Jone-type booby traps gettin' me. lol.[/quote]
It was like walking on eggshells. And I'm like a bull in a china shop so ya, fear was defintely there....
It was like walking on eggshells. And I'm like a bull in a china shop so ya, fear was defintely there....
I don't wanna work, I just wanna bang on the drums all day.
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by DirtyMartini on 16 Aug 2008 22:15
[quote="Tamadude"]Hey STEWART, if you are reading this dung, please understand that I don't usually offer up a deadfish handshake like that. I was just being ultra-cautious, and rightfully so I think! [/quote]
I can vouch: the Wookie is a bear.
On behalf of audience members all around the world, I thank you for not breaking the Copeland, Tama.
I can vouch: the Wookie is a bear.
On behalf of audience members all around the world, I thank you for not breaking the Copeland, Tama.
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