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[Monker]

If this is supposed to be attacking BT'ers...

The chicks in the pics posted from your party were not all skinny bimbos. Wonder how they and you would feel if Joe, or somebody, started attacking them for their gray hairs and flabby bellies? I find it pretty damn hypocritical that you guys do things like this.

[NealIsGod]

Uh... JSS and Ross came to the party b/c they are friends with people who were there. Simple as that. It wasn't a band decision. It was their own individual decision to attend. And they seemed to have fun, which is all that it was about.

[Clasicrockldy]

I think I was told, or read somewhere that ILAA packages doesn't guarantee that you will meet the band. I know there is a party, you get food, some Journey goodies, but meeting the band isn't guaranteed. Someone correct me if I am wrong about this, or at least point me in the direction of where it says ILAA DOES guarantee the band will be there.

No they do not guarantee a band meet and greet. And they did show up to quite a few ILAA's during this tour. But you are missing the point. As I said, if they wanted to show the love to the fans, all the fans, they could have gone to the Hard Rock pre show gathering just as easily as they went to AR's house. It was posted with details on their site forum. They could have gone to both. Even if for a brief few moments. There wasn't hundreds of people at the Hard Rock, maybe about 28. Bottom line BT fans do not count to the band. And alot of the posters here continue to denigrate and make fun of the Bt'ers. Ar and Lula had a cute little exchange in the Baltimore thread on BT clearly making fun of the Hard Rock gathering.

Again, its sad that the big score in so many lives is doing shots of Grey Goose with Jeff and Neal.

Again, I see it as the band members choice to go to whatever party they wanted to go to.

[whocares]

From all I've ever read about ILAA, it doesn't say anywhere, that you are guaranteed to meet the band. Anyone who buys the tickets and expects to meet ANY band member, (based on a possibility), deserves to be let down if they don't actually show up for a meet and greet. You probably have a better chance to meet one of the guys at the local piggly-wiggly, than at a as actual concert. It's a waste of money to me, I have no desire to spend (waste) that kind of money for a possibility.

What I find funny is that there are people who ONLY buy ILAA tickets, then act like they are not able to feed their families or buy new clothes for their children or something.

I think it says more that a few of the guys showed up for a private party at someone's house.

i call them journey snotholes. };C)) i remember when we were buying our tickets for the irvine show people were snubbing their noses at loge. i really didn't care were we sat... i could have been the last person on the lawn & i would have been happy! i just wanted to hear jss sing live... though being able to actually see him was nice! }=C))

the seats we had at the bowl were REALLY good so i might be converting to snotholiness! hehehee!

I don't pay for anything more than Lawn seats for summer concerts, WHEN I bother to attend a concert anymore. If someone buys tickets for a gift or something, and they are in the actual seating area, then great, but I'm content with sitting in the grass. I don't need to see sweat dripping or facial expressions from 3 feet away. I need to hear LIVE music. That's what I'm there for.



Monker, I'm not missing any point. Jackass.

[Crazie Scarab]

Again, I see it as the band members choice to go to whatever party they wanted to go to.

And there is nothing wrong with that. I agree.

However, there is a little more to this conversation than just that.

[whocares]

Again, I see it as the band members choice to go to whatever party they wanted to go to.

And there is nothing wrong with that. I agree.

However, there is a little more to this conversation than just that.

it's obvious this isn't about conversation, it's about Monker spouting his disdain for Journey and anyone who likes this version of the band. Something he's very good at.

[Crazie Scarab]

Again, I see it as the band members choice to go to whatever party they wanted to go to.

And there is nothing wrong with that. I agree.

However, there is a little more to this conversation than just that.

it's obvious this isn't about conversation, it's about Monker spouting his disdain for Journey and anyone who likes this version of the band. Something he's very good at.

Really? Show me within this thread where Monker brings up any disdain for people who like this version of Journey. You can't. I generally don't agree with Monker, either. But, he's right about this one IF Journey has been avoiding the majority of ILAA scheduled M&G's.

[Saint John]

Here's my take on Ross and JSS showing up at AR's place. ILAA is probably something management talks the band into, to make even MORE money. Seems consistent with Azoff's overall direction for the money machine Journey has become. Those arrangements, my guess is, are up to management, Neal and Jon, who by most accounts help make band decisions. All speculation of course, but nonetheless based on what people "in the know" have alluded to. Now, to AR's party. The band was invited. The party was a place for Journey fans to meet EACH OTHER. Faces were put to names and personalities were discovered. This wasn't one of the typical "fan" get togethers. It was about fans meeting other fans, NOT fans meeting the band. My best guess is that Ross and JSS sensed that they could show up, chill, talk and meet some new people. They probably felt that it WOULDN'T be the usual knee-knocking, teary-eyed, obsessive fans that want 50 autographs and 10 pictures each. This was a time they could go TO a party, not BE the party. I'm sure there was a general excitement when they showed up, but I'm ALSO sure that it was very atypical of what they're accustomed to. Instead of "Can you sign this" and "Oh my God, you're my idol" it was probably "Can I get you a beer or something to eat?" Needless to say, the band combs this board A LOT, and they sensed that attending AR's party was something they WANTED to do. I'd also bet they saw through a lot of the bullshit some have posted and realized that there were a lot of kind, sincere, passionate and classy fans that came from all around to attend a party in Journey's honor WITHOUT the guarantee of ANY band members showing up. They simply rewarded that passion by stopping in and hanging out. There is NOTHING wrong with that. In summation, I'm QUITE sure they don't regret attending. My hat is off to AR and his wife, those that helped plan and those that travelled from all over to attend. I could not be more jealous. Sounds like it was an absolutely terrific time. Deep down, and I don't give a shit WHAT he says, Monker IS jealous. Why else would he care what a band he no longer has ANY desire to see, does between shows?

[AR]

If this is supposed to be attacking BT'ers...

The chicks in the pics posted from your party were not all skinny bimbos. Wonder how they and you would feel if Joe, or somebody, started attacking them for their gray hairs and flabby bellies? I find it pretty damn hypocritical that you guys do things like this.

WAR AND PEACE by Leo Tolstoy
BOOK ONE: 1805
CHAPTER I

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"Well, Prince, so Genoa and Lucca are now just family estates of the Buonapartes. But I warn you, if you don't tell me that this means war, if you still try to defend the infamies and horrors perpetrated by that Antichrist- I really believe he is Antichrist- I will have nothing more to do with you and you are no longer my friend, no longer my 'faithful slave,' as you call yourself! But how do you do? I see I have frightened you- sit down and tell me all the news."

It was in July, 1805, and the speaker was the well-known Anna Pavlovna Scherer, maid of honor and favorite of the Empress Marya Fedorovna. With these words she greeted Prince Vasili Kuragin, a man of high rank and importance, who was the first to arrive at her reception. Anna Pavlovna had had a cough for some days. She was, as she said, suffering from la grippe; grippe being then a new word in St. Petersburg, used only by the elite.

All her invitations without exception, written in French, and delivered by a scarlet-liveried footman that morning, ran as follows:

"If you have nothing better to do, Count [or Prince], and if the prospect of spending an evening with a poor invalid is not too terrible, I shall be very charmed to see you tonight between 7 and 10- Annette Scherer."

"Heavens! what a virulent attack!" replied the prince, not in the least disconcerted by this reception. He had just entered, wearing an embroidered court uniform, knee breeches, and shoes, and had stars on his breast and a serene expression on his flat face. He spoke in that refined French in which our grandfathers not only spoke but thought, and with the gentle, patronizing intonation natural to a man of importance who had grown old in society and at court. He went up to Anna Pavlovna, kissed her hand, presenting to her his bald, scented, and shining head, and complacently seated himself on the sofa.

"First of all, dear friend, tell me how you are. Set your friend's mind at rest," said he without altering his tone, beneath the politeness and affected sympathy of which indifference and even irony could be discerned.

"Can one be well while suffering morally? Can one be calm in times like these if one has any feeling?" said Anna Pavlovna. "You are staying the whole evening, I hope?"

"And the fete at the English ambassador's? Today is Wednesday. I must put in an appearance there," said the prince. "My daughter is coming for me to take me there."

"I thought today's fete had been canceled. I confess all these festivities and fireworks are becoming wearisome."

"If they had known that you wished it, the entertainment would have been put off," said the prince, who, like a wound-up clock, by force of habit said things he did not even wish to be believed.

"Don't tease! Well, and what has been decided about Novosiltsev's dispatch? You know everything."

"What can one say about it?" replied the prince in a cold, listless tone. "What has been decided? They have decided that Buonaparte has burnt his boats, and I believe that we are ready to burn ours."

Prince Vasili always spoke languidly, like an actor repeating a stale part. Anna Pavlovna Scherer on the contrary, despite her forty years, overflowed with animation and impulsiveness. To be an enthusiast had become her social vocation and, sometimes even when she did not feel like it, she became enthusiastic in order not to disappoint the expectations of those who knew her. The subdued smile which, though it did not suit her faded features, always played round her lips expressed, as in a spoiled child, a continual consciousness of her charming defect, which she neither wished, nor could, nor considered it necessary, to correct.

In the midst of a conversation on political matters Anna Pavlovna burst out:

"Oh, don't speak to me of Austria. Perhaps I don't understand things, but Austria never has wished, and does not wish, for war. She is betraying us! Russia alone must save Europe. Our gracious sovereign recognizes his high vocation and will be true to it. That is the one thing I have faith in! Our good and wonderful sovereign has to perform the noblest role on earth, and he is so virtuous and noble that God will not forsake him. He will fulfill his vocation and crush the hydra of revolution, which has become more terrible than ever in the person of this murderer and villain! We alone must avenge the blood of the just one.... Whom, I ask you, can we rely on?... England with her commercial spirit will not and cannot understand the Emperor Alexander's loftiness of soul. She has refused to evacuate Malta. She wanted to find, and still seeks, some secret motive in our actions. What answer did Novosiltsev get? None. The English have not understood and cannot understand the self-abnegation of our Emperor who wants nothing for himself, but only desires the good of mankind. And what have they promised? Nothing! And what little they have promised they will not perform! Prussia has always declared that Buonaparte is invincible, and that all Europe is powerless before him.... And I don't believe a word that Hardenburg says, or Haugwitz either. This famous Prussian neutrality is just a trap. I have faith only in God and the lofty destiny of our adored monarch. He will save Europe!"

She suddenly paused, smiling at her own impetuosity.

"I think," said the prince with a smile, "that if you had been sent instead of our dear Wintzingerode you would have captured the King of Prussia's consent by assault. You are so eloquent. Will you give me a cup of tea?"

"In a moment. A propos," she added, becoming calm again, "I am expecting two very interesting men tonight, le Vicomte de Mortemart, who is connected with the Montmorencys through the Rohans, one of the best French families. He is one of the genuine emigres, the good ones. And also the Abbe Morio. Do you know that profound thinker? He has been received by the Emperor. Had you heard?"

"I shall be delighted to meet them," said the prince. "But tell me," he added with studied carelessness as if it had only just occurred to him, though the question he was about to ask was the chief motive of his visit, "is it true that the Dowager Empress wants Baron Funke to be appointed first secretary at Vienna? The baron by all accounts is a poor creature."

Prince Vasili wished to obtain this post for his son, but others were trying through the Dowager Empress Marya Fedorovna to secure it for the baron.

Anna Pavlovna almost closed her eyes to indicate that neither she nor anyone else had a right to criticize what the Empress desired or was pleased with.

"Baron Funke has been recommended to the Dowager Empress by her sister," was all she said, in a dry and mournful tone.

As she named the Empress, Anna Pavlovna's face suddenly assumed an expression of profound and sincere devotion and respect mingled with sadness, and this occurred every time she mentioned her illustrious patroness. She added that Her Majesty had deigned to show Baron Funke beaucoup d'estime, and again her face clouded over with sadness.

The prince was silent and looked indifferent. But, with the womanly and courtierlike quickness and tact habitual to her, Anna Pavlovna wished both to rebuke him (for daring to speak he had done of a man recommended to the Empress) and at the same time to console him, so she said:

"Now about your family. Do you know that since your daughter came out everyone has been enraptured by her? They say she is amazingly beautiful."

The prince bowed to signify his respect and gratitude.

"I often think," she continued after a short pause, drawing nearer to the prince and smiling amiably at him as if to show that political and social topics were ended and the time had come for intimate conversation- "I often think how unfairly sometimes the joys of life are distributed. Why has fate given you two such splendid children? I don't speak of Anatole, your youngest. I don't like him," she added in a tone admitting of no rejoinder and raising her eyebrows. "Two such charming children. And really you appreciate them less than anyone, and so you don't deserve to have them."

And she smiled her ecstatic smile.

"I can't help it," said the prince. "Lavater would have said I lack the bump of paternity."

"Don't joke; I mean to have a serious talk with you. Do you know I am dissatisfied with your younger son? Between ourselves" (and her face assumed its melancholy expression), "he was mentioned at Her Majesty's and you were pitied...."

The prince answered nothing, but she looked at him significantly, awaiting a reply. He frowned.

"What would you have me do?" he said at last. "You know I did all a father could for their education, and they have both turned out fools. Hippolyte is at least a quiet fool, but Anatole is an active one. That is the only difference between them." He said this smiling in a way more natural and animated than usual, so that the wrinkles round his mouth very clearly revealed something unexpectedly coarse and unpleasant.

"And why are children born to such men as you? If you were not a father there would be nothing I could reproach you with," said Anna Pavlovna, looking up pensively.

"I am your faithful slave and to you alone I can confess that my children are the bane of my life. It is the cross I have to bear. That is how I explain it to myself. It can't be helped!"

He said no more, but expressed his resignation to cruel fate by a gesture. Anna Pavlovna meditated.

"Have you never thought of marrying your prodigal son Anatole?" she asked. "They say old maids have a mania for matchmaking, and though I don't feel that weakness in myself as yet,I know a little person who is very unhappy with her father. She is a relation of yours, Princess Mary Bolkonskaya."

Prince Vasili did not reply, though, with the quickness of memory and perception befitting a man of the world, he indicated by a movement of the head that he was considering this information.

"Do you know," he said at last, evidently unable to check the sad current of his thoughts, "that Anatole is costing me forty thousand rubles a year? And," he went on after a pause, "what will it be in five years, if he goes on like this?" Presently he added: "That's what we fathers have to put up with.... Is this princess of yours rich?"

"Her father is very rich and stingy. He lives in the country. He is the well-known Prince Bolkonski who had to retire from the army under the late Emperor, and was nicknamed 'the King of Prussia.' He is very clever but eccentric, and a bore. The poor girl is very unhappy. She has a brother; I think you know him, he married Lise Meinen lately. He is an aide-de-camp of Kutuzov's and will be here tonight."

"Listen, dear Annette," said the prince, suddenly taking Anna Pavlovna's hand and for some reason drawing it downwards. "Arrange that affair for me and I shall always be your most devoted slave- slafe wigh an f, as a village elder of mine writes in his reports. She is rich and of good family and that's all I want."

And with the familiarity and easy grace peculiar to him, he raised the maid of honor's hand to his lips, kissed it, and swung it to and fro as he lay back in his armchair, looking in another direction.

"Attendez," said Anna Pavlovna, reflecting, "I'll speak to Lise, young Bolkonski's wife, this very evening, and perhaps the thing can be arranged. It shall be on your family's behalf that I'll start my apprenticeship as old maid."

[AR]

CHAPTER II

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Anna Pavlovna's drawing room was gradually filling. The highest Petersburg society was assembled there: people differing widely in age and character but alike in the social circle to which they belonged. Prince Vasili's daughter, the beautiful Helene, came to take her father to the ambassador's entertainment; she wore a ball dress and her badge as maid of honor. The youthful little Princess Bolkonskaya, known as la femme la plus seduisante de Petersbourg,* was also there. She had been married during the previous winter, and being pregnant did not go to any large gatherings, but only to small receptions. Prince Vasili's son, Hippolyte, had come with Mortemart, whom he introduced. The Abbe Morio and many others had also come.

* The most fascinating woman in Petersburg.

To each new arrival Anna Pavlovna said, "You have not yet seen my aunt," or "You do not know my aunt?" and very gravely conducted him or her to a little old lady, wearing large bows of ribbon in her cap, who had come sailing in from another room as soon as the guests began to arrive; and slowly turning her eyes from the visitor to her aunt, Anna Pavlovna mentioned each one's name and then left them.

Each visitor performed the ceremony of greeting this old aunt whom not one of them knew, not one of them wanted to know, and not one of them cared about; Anna Pavlovna observed these greetings with mournful and solemn interest and silent approval. The aunt spoke to each of them in the same words, about their health and her own, and the health of Her Majesty, "who, thank God, was better today." And each visitor, though politeness prevented his showing impatience, left the old woman with a sense of relief at having performed a vexatious duty and did not return to her the whole evening.

The young Princess Bolkonskaya had brought some work in a gold-embroidered velvet bag. Her pretty little upper lip, on which a delicate dark down was just perceptible, was too short for her teeth, but it lifted all the more sweetly, and was especially charming when she occasionally drew it down to meet the lower lip. As is always the case with a thoroughly attractive woman, her defect- the shortness of her upper lip and her half-open mouth- seemed to be her own special and peculiar form of beauty. Everyone brightened at the sight of this pretty young woman, so soon to become a mother, so full of life and health, and carrying her burden so lightly. Old men and dull dispirited young ones who looked at her, after being in her company and talking to her a little while, felt as if they too were becoming, like her, full of life and health. All who talked to her, and at each word saw her bright smile and the constant gleam of her white teeth, thought that they were in a specially amiable mood that day.

The little princess went round the table with quick, short, swaying steps, her workbag on her arm, and gaily spreading out her dress sat down on a sofa near the silver samovar, as if all she was doing was a pleasure to herself and to all around her. "I have brought my work," said she in French, displaying her bag and addressing all present. "Mind, Annette, I hope you have not played a wicked trick on me," she added, turning to her hostess. "You wrote that it was to be quite a small reception, and just see how badly I am dressed." And she spread out her arms to show her short-waisted, lace-trimmed, dainty gray dress, girdled with a broad ribbon just below the breast.

"Soyez tranquille, Lise, you will always be prettier than anyone else," replied Anna Pavlovna.

"You know," said the princess in the same tone of voice and still in French, turning to a general, "my husband is deserting me? He is going to get himself killed. Tell me what this wretched war is for?" she added, addressing Prince Vasili, and without waiting for an answer she turned to speak to his daughter, the beautiful Helene.

"What a delightful woman this little princess is!" said Prince Vasili to Anna Pavlovna.

One of the next arrivals was a stout, heavily built young man with close-cropped hair, spectacles, the light-colored breeches fashionable at that time, a very high ruffle, and a brown dress coat. This stout young man was an illegitimate son of Count Bezukhov, a well-known grandee of Catherine's time who now lay dying in Moscow. The young man had not yet entered either the military or civil service, as he had only just returned from abroad where he had been educated, and this was his first appearance in society. Anna Pavlovna greeted him with the nod she accorded to the lowest hierarchy in her drawing room. But in spite of this lowest-grade greeting, a look of anxiety and fear, as at the sight of something too large and unsuited to the place, came over her face when she saw Pierre enter. Though he was certainly rather bigger than the other men in the room, her anxiety could only have reference to the clever though shy, but observant and natural, expression which distinguished him from everyone else in that drawing room.

"It is very good of you, Monsieur Pierre, to come and visit a poor invalid," said Anna Pavlovna, exchanging an alarmed glance with her aunt as she conducted him to her.

Pierre murmured something unintelligible, and continued to look round as if in search of something. On his way to the aunt he bowed to the little princess with a pleased smile, as to an intimate acquaintance.

Anna Pavlovna's alarm was justified, for Pierre turned away from the aunt without waiting to hear her speech about Her Majesty's health. Anna Pavlovna in dismay detained him with the words: "Do you know the Abbe Morio? He is a most interesting man."

"Yes, I have heard of his scheme for perpetual peace, and it is very interesting but hardly feasible."

"You think so?" rejoined Anna Pavlovna in order to say something and get away to attend to her duties as hostess. But Pierre now committed a reverse act of impoliteness. First he had left a lady before she had finished speaking to him, and now he continued to speak to another who wished to get away. With his head bent, and his big feet spread apart, he began explaining his reasons for thinking the abbe's plan chimerical.

"We will talk of it later," said Anna Pavlovna with a smile.

And having got rid of this young man who did not know how to behave, she resumed her duties as hostess and continued to listen and watch, ready to help at any point where the conversation might happen to flag. As the foreman of a spinning mill, when he has set the hands to work, goes round and notices here a spindle that has stopped or there one that creaks or makes more noise than it should, and hastens to check the machine or set it in proper motion, so Anna Pavlovna moved about her drawing room, approaching now a silent, now a too-noisy group, and by a word or slight rearrangement kept the conversational machine in steady, proper, and regular motion. But amid these cares her anxiety about Pierre was evident. She kept an anxious watch on him when he approached the group round Mortemart to listen to what was being said there, and again when he passed to another group whose center was the abbe.

Pierre had been educated abroad, and this reception at Anna Pavlovna's was the first he had attended in Russia. He knew that all the intellectual lights of Petersburg were gathered there and, like a child in a toyshop, did not know which way to look, afraid of missing any clever conversation that was to be heard. Seeing the self-confident and refined expression on the faces of those present he was always expecting to hear something very profound. At last he came up to Morio. Here the conversation seemed interesting and he stood waiting for an opportunity to express his own views, as young people are fond of doing.

[AR]

CHAPTER III

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Anna Pavlovna's reception was in full swing. The spindles hummed steadily and ceaselessly on all sides. With the exception of the aunt, beside whom sat only one elderly lady, who with her thin careworn face was rather out of place in this brilliant society, the whole company had settled into three groups. One, chiefly masculine, had formed round the abbe. Another, of young people, was grouped round the beautiful Princess Helene, Prince Vasili's daughter, and the little Princess Bolkonskaya, very pretty and rosy, though rather too plump for her age. The third group was gathered round Mortemart and Anna Pavlovna.

The vicomte was a nice-looking young man with soft features and polished manners, who evidently considered himself a celebrity but out of politeness modestly placed himself at the disposal of the circle in which he found himself. Anna Pavlovna was obviously serving him up as a treat to her guests. As a clever maitre d'hotel serves up as a specially choice delicacy a piece of meat that no one who had seen it in the kitchen would have cared to eat, so Anna Pavlovna served up to her guests, first the vicomte and then the abbe, as peculiarly choice morsels. The group about Mortemart immediately began discussing the murder of the Duc d'Enghien. The vicomte said that the Duc d'Enghien had perished by his own magnanimity, and that there were particular reasons for Buonaparte's hatred of him.

"Ah, yes! Do tell us all about it, Vicomte," said Anna Pavlovna, with a pleasant feeling that there was something a la Louis XV in the sound of that sentence: "Contez nous cela, Vicomte."

The vicomte bowed and smiled courteously in token of his willingness to comply. Anna Pavlovna arranged a group round him, inviting everyone to listen to his tale.

"The vicomte knew the duc personally," whispered Anna Pavlovna to of the guests. "The vicomte is a wonderful raconteur," said she to another. "How evidently he belongs to the best society," said she to a third; and the vicomte was served up to the company in the choicest and most advantageous style, like a well-garnished joint of roast beef on a hot dish.

The vicomte wished to begin his story and gave a subtle smile.

"Come over here, Helene, dear," said Anna Pavlovna to the beautiful young princess who was sitting some way off, the center of another group.

The princess smiled. She rose with the same unchanging smile with which she had first entered the room- the smile of a perfectly beautiful woman. With a slight rustle of her white dress trimmed with moss and ivy, with a gleam of white shoulders, glossy hair, and sparkling diamonds, she passed between the men who made way for her, not looking at any of them but smiling on all, as if graciously allowing each the privilege of admiring her beautiful figure and shapely shoulders, back, and bosom- which in the fashion of those days were very much exposed- and she seemed to bring the glamour of a ballroom with her as she moved toward Anna Pavlovna. Helene was so lovely that not only did she not show any trace of coquetry, but on the contrary she even appeared shy of her unquestionable and all too victorious beauty. She seemed to wish, but to be unable, to diminish its effect.

"How lovely!" said everyone who saw her; and the vicomte lifted his shoulders and dropped his eyes as if startled by something extraordinary when she took her seat opposite and beamed upon him also with her unchanging smile.

"Madame, I doubt my ability before such an audience," said he, smilingly inclining his head.

The princess rested her bare round arm on a little table and considered a reply unnecessary. She smilingly waited. All the time the story was being told she sat upright, glancing now at her beautiful round arm, altered in shape by its pressure on the table, now at her still more beautiful bosom, on which she readjusted a diamond necklace. From time to time she smoothed the folds of her dress, and whenever the story produced an effect she glanced at Anna Pavlovna, at once adopted just the expression she saw on the maid of honor's face, and again relapsed into her radiant smile.

The little princess had also left the tea table and followed Helene.

"Wait a moment, I'll get my work.... Now then, what are you thinking of?" she went on, turning to Prince Hippolyte. "Fetch me my workbag."

There was a general movement as the princess, smiling and talking merrily to everyone at once, sat down and gaily arranged herself in her seat.

"Now I am all right," she said, and asking the vicomte to begin, she took up her work.

Prince Hippolyte, having brought the workbag, joined the circle and moving a chair close to hers seated himself beside her.

Le charmant Hippolyte was surprising by his extraordinary resemblance to his beautiful sister, but yet more by the fact that in spite of this resemblance he was exceedingly ugly. His features were like his sister's, but while in her case everything was lit up by a joyous, self-satisfied, youthful, and constant smile of animation, and by the wonderful classic beauty of her figure, his face on the contrary was dulled by imbecility and a constant expression of sullen self-confidence, while his body was thin and weak. His eyes, nose, and mouth all seemed puckered into a vacant, wearied grimace, and his arms and legs always fell into unnatural positions.

"It's not going to be a ghost story?" said he, sitting down beside the princess and hastily adjusting his lorgnette, as if without this instrument he could not begin to speak.

"Why no, my dear fellow," said the astonished narrator, shrugging his shoulders.

"Because I hate ghost stories," said Prince Hippolyte in a tone which showed that he only understood the meaning of his words after he had uttered them.

He spoke with such self-confidence that his hearers could not be sure whether what he said was very witty or very stupid. He was dressed in a dark-green dress coat, knee breeches of the color of cuisse de nymphe effrayee, as he called it, shoes, and silk stockings.

The vicomte told his tale very neatly. It was an anecdote, then current, to the effect that the Duc d'Enghien had gone secretly to Paris to visit Mademoiselle George; that at her house he came upon Bonaparte, who also enjoyed the famous actress' favors, and that in his presence Napoleon happened to fall into one of the fainting fits to which he was subject, and was thus at the duc's mercy. The latter spared him, and this magnanimity Bonaparte subsequently repaid by death.

The story was very pretty and interesting, especially at the point where the rivals suddenly recognized one another; and the ladies looked agitated.

"Charming!" said Anna Pavlovna with an inquiring glance at the little princess.

"Charming!" whispered the little princess, sticking the needle into her work as if to testify that the interest and fascination of the story prevented her from going on with it.

The vicomte appreciated this silent praise and smiling gratefully prepared to continue, but just then Anna Pavlovna, who had kept a watchful eye on the young man who so alarmed her, noticed that he was talking too loudly and vehemently with the abbe, so she hurried to the rescue. Pierre had managed to start a conversation with the abbe about the balance of power, and the latter, evidently interested by the young man's simple-minded eagerness, was explaining his pet theory. Both were talking and listening too eagerly and too naturally, which was why Anna Pavlovna disapproved.

"The means are... the balance of power in Europe and the rights of the people," the abbe was saying. "It is only necessary for one powerful nation like Russia- barbaric as she is said to be- to place herself disinterestedly at the head of an alliance having for its object the maintenance of the balance of power of Europe, and it would save the world!"

"But how are you to get that balance?" Pierre was beginning.

At that moment Anna Pavlovna came up and, looking severely at Pierre, asked the Italian how he stood Russian climate. The Italian's face instantly changed and assumed an offensively affected, sugary expression, evidently habitual to him when conversing with women.

"I am so enchanted by the brilliancy of the wit and culture of the society, more especially of the feminine society, in which I have had the honor of being received, that I have not yet had time to think of the climate," said he.

Not letting the abbe and Pierre escape, Anna Pavlovna, the more conveniently to keep them under observation, brought them into the larger circle.

[Clasicrockldy]

Here's my take on Ross and JSS showing up at AR's place. ILAA is probably something management talks the band into, to make even MORE money. Seems consistent with Azoff's overall direction for the money machine Journey has become. Those arrangements, my guess is, are up to management, Neal and Jon, who by most accounts help make band decisions. All speculation of course, but nonetheless based on what people "in the know" have alluded to. Now, to AR's party. The band was invited. The party was a place for Journey fans to meet EACH OTHER. Faces were put to names and personalities were discovered. This wasn't one of the typical "fan" get togethers. It was about fans meeting other fans, NOT fans meeting the band. My best guess is that Ross and JSS sensed that they could show up, chill, talk and meet some new people. They probably felt that it WOULDN'T be the usual knee-knocking, teary-eyed, obsessive fans that want 50 autographs and 10 pictures each. This was a time they could go TO a party, not BE the party. I'm sure there was a general excitement when they showed up, but I'm ALSO sure that it was very atypical of what they're accustomed to. Instead of "Can you sign this" and "Oh my God, you're my idol" it was probably "Can I get you a beer or something to eat?" Needless to say, the band combs this board A LOT, and they sensed that attending AR's party was something they WANTED to do. I'd also bet they saw through a lot of the bullshit some have posted and realized that there were a lot of kind, sincere, passionate and classy fans that came from all around to attend a party in Journey's honor WITHOUT the guarantee of ANY band members showing up. They simply rewarded that passion by stopping in and hanging out. There is NOTHING wrong with that. In summation, I'm QUITE sure they don't regret attending. My hat is off to AR and his wife, those that helped plan and those that travelled from all over to attend. I could not be more jealous. Sounds like it was an absolutely terrific time. Deep down, and I don't give a shit WHAT he says, Monker IS jealous. Why else would he care what a band he no longer has ANY desire to see, does between shows?

Great post, John ! You said it well.

There are some other people besides Monker who didn't like what happened. But oh well, it still comes down to the band members decision on where they wanted to be.

[Natalie]

Here's my take on Ross and JSS showing up at AR's place. ILAA is probably something management talks the band into, to make even MORE money. Seems consistent with Azoff's overall direction for the money machine Journey has become. Those arrangements, my guess is, are up to management, Neal and Jon, who by most accounts help make band decisions. All speculation of course, but nonetheless based on what people "in the know" have alluded to. Now, to AR's party. The band was invited. The party was a place for Journey fans to meet EACH OTHER. Faces were put to names and personalities were discovered. This wasn't one of the typical "fan" get togethers. It was about fans meeting other fans, NOT fans meeting the band. My best guess is that Ross and JSS sensed that they could show up, chill, talk and meet some new people. They probably felt that it WOULDN'T be the usual knee-knocking, teary-eyed, obsessive fans that want 50 autographs and 10 pictures each. This was a time they could go TO a party, not BE the party. I'm sure there was a general excitement when they showed up, but I'm ALSO sure that it was very atypical of what they're accustomed to. Instead of "Can you sign this" and "Oh my God, you're my idol" it was probably "Can I get you a beer or something to eat?" Needless to say, the band combs this board A LOT, and they sensed that attending AR's party was something they WANTED to do. I'd also bet they saw through a lot of the bullshit some have posted and realized that there were a lot of kind, sincere, passionate and classy fans that came from all around to attend a party in Journey's honor WITHOUT the guarantee of ANY band members showing up. They simply rewarded that passion by stopping in and hanging out. There is NOTHING wrong with that. In summation, I'm QUITE sure they don't regret attending. My hat is off to AR and his wife, those that helped plan and those that travelled from all over to attend. I could not be more jealous. Sounds like it was an absolutely terrific time. Deep down, and I don't give a shit WHAT he says, Monker IS jealous. Why else would he care what a band he no longer has ANY desire to see, does between shows?

OK, I guess I'm not done.
Very well said St John!!!
I also think that people are getting a few things confused here. As I understandit, ILAA is NOT the meet and greet. There are some people that are given meet and greet passes by the band or get them by whatever means that they are distributed. It has nothing to do with ILAA. ILAA hosts a pre-party and the band has come to many of these parties and take pics with the fans-pics only! This is not the meet and greet-it is separate.

[Clasicrockldy]

Well said, NT !

What also I think is going on here is the fact that there was another pre-party going on, in which the band members were invited to. I believe the beef here is that two of the members decided on AR's party and not theirs. Where the other three members were at, I don't know. I guess the others didn't show up at theirs either.

[Granny]

Ok, time to get on the merr-go-round...

What happened in that "Where's the love?" thread just makes me laugh. You guys TOTALY ignored the point...so I'm going to rephrase it my way.

During this ENTIRE tour, Journey has all but ignored the ILAA after concert events. That's a fact, whether you want to admit it or not. During this ENTIRE tour, Journey has all but ignored any fan gatherings and it seems they always have an open invitation to attend. That's also a fact, whether you want to admit it or not.

So, if you are a fan who paid 5-10 times the ticket price for ILAA, the band ignored you. If you are a fan who put together an after show gathering, the band ignored you. As I have said for a while now. the band is about making money - not about the fans any longer. The above is all evidence of it...whether you want to admit it or not. The band is very happy to take your money, but very reluctant to give you any attention.

So, now we come to this latest party with JSS and Ross. I HIGHLY doubt that these people bought a ILAA pass, LOL - too funny. It seems for whatever reason, this party was just a bit more irresistable then the others on the tour that they passed on. Maybe it was the people involved, maybe it was the timing, maybe it was the location. Who cares what it was?

The bottom line is: If I had bought an ILAA pass, I'd be pissed. If I had put together an after show party, I'd be pissed. Not out of 'jealousy', or envy, or whatever...but because this band ignores the fans who have over and over again showed the love and have put out HUNDREDS of dollars per tour on passes, or thrown put together the same type of parties in their honor. Instead they spend their time with those who continously bash, insult, threaten, wished they would die, etc...their actions simply adds injury to the insults.

It's throwing salt in a wound...and it makes it obvious that this band has very little love to give back to their fans. They put little or no effort in it when it counts.

Now, before all of the "jealousy" comments come...LOL...that's not even CLOSE to the truth. I have NO desire to go to a party like this....no matter who shows up, or who put it together - for some of these very reasons. I also have no desire to buy ILAA passes - because I could see from the start that it was all about the money - and not REALLY about the fans.

So, jealousy has NOTHING to do with it in my case. I can just see it from the perspective of those slighted fans. It's too bad others here can't...and it's too bad the band refuses to.

Monker, as we waited in line to go to the M&G, I personally saw who got to go back stage first...It wasn't us...There were 6 people from a radio station that went first, and when they came out the ILAA went in while we just stood there... as a result we only had 2 minutes with a few members of the band b/c they had to get redy for the show...ILAA had plenty of time with them...

[Clasicrockldy]

G,

The whole beef here is that two of the members decided to go to AR's party, and not the other one over at the Hard Rock Cafe. Where the other three members were at, I don't know, and I guess they didn't show up for the Hard Rock one either.

[donnaplease]

Here's my take on Ross and JSS showing up at AR's place. ILAA is probably something management talks the band into, to make even MORE money. Seems consistent with Azoff's overall direction for the money machine Journey has become. Those arrangements, my guess is, are up to management, Neal and Jon, who by most accounts help make band decisions. All speculation of course, but nonetheless based on what people "in the know" have alluded to. Now, to AR's party. The band was invited. The party was a place for Journey fans to meet EACH OTHER. Faces were put to names and personalities were discovered. This wasn't one of the typical "fan" get togethers. It was about fans meeting other fans, NOT fans meeting the band. My best guess is that Ross and JSS sensed that they could show up, chill, talk and meet some new people. They probably felt that it WOULDN'T be the usual knee-knocking, teary-eyed, obsessive fans that want 50 autographs and 10 pictures each. This was a time they could go TO a party, not BE the party. I'm sure there was a general excitement when they showed up, but I'm ALSO sure that it was very atypical of what they're accustomed to. Instead of "Can you sign this" and "Oh my God, you're my idol" it was probably "Can I get you a beer or something to eat?" Needless to say, the band combs this board A LOT, and they sensed that attending AR's party was something they WANTED to do. I'd also bet they saw through a lot of the bullshit some have posted and realized that there were a lot of kind, sincere, passionate and classy fans that came from all around to attend a party in Journey's honor WITHOUT the guarantee of ANY band members showing up. They simply rewarded that passion by stopping in and hanging out. There is NOTHING wrong with that. In summation, I'm QUITE sure they don't regret attending. My hat is off to AR and his wife, those that helped plan and those that travelled from all over to attend. I could not be more jealous. Sounds like it was an absolutely terrific time. Deep down, and I don't give a shit WHAT he says, Monker IS jealous. Why else would he care what a band he no longer has ANY desire to see, does between shows?

EXCELLENT POST!!!! It was a great party, it would have been a great party even if JSS and Ross had not shown up. I met some wonderful people, we had some drinks, and then we went to a concert. It is that simple. The fact remains that JSS and Ross were 'on the clock' Friday, not Thursday. It's apparent to me after talking to several people that some of the band members have a personal relationship with some of the attendees of the party. Nobody needs to justify anything more than that. I'm sorry if some people have been disappointed in the past. But this is no time to be crucifying these guys for making personal decisions about who they want to spend their time off from work with. Hell, the only musician in the house that night was NIG (well, with me & Lula as backup ). I don't know about jealousy, but whatever you call it, you're out of line. If you don't like what the band does or doesn't do, move on.

[JrnyScarab]

It seems to me the band did all sorts of meet & greets during the last tour. Is it possible they have done so few this tour as a way to avoid the inevitable endless questions from the Wiggle Women about Steve and the Tapegate issue? Just a thought.

[pdsidd]

Here's a point of law : an individual is allowed of their own freewill to attend a party and have their image taken using a digital camera or similiar apparatus that might be published in some electronic format at a later date.

Cripes, so a couple of guys went to a party and got their picture taken? Big deal, let it go. Thought the U.S. was supposed to be the land of the free?

[MartyMoffatt]

I think the band did do M&Gs at most shows this tour. They also did a number of the ILAA (which is a different thing) but most of those were probably a quick group photo. I do believe Journey members showed up to ILAA sessions more often than the Def Leppard members did. Bear in mind with this tour Journey were sharing backstage with DL and timings would have been very tight. Pre-show M&Gs were probably very short, while post show M&Gs could take a little longer as they could continue while DL were on stage. Sometimes, due to venue and/or other circumstances, he band would not have been able to appear.

As to private parties, I know Neal showed up to the JPP party, where his son was playing on stage. I don't know about any other parties, although my guess is that is is only now, towards the end of the tour that any of the band would feel relaxed enough to show up anywhere where they might be questioned about events of earlier in the summer.

Marty

[whocares]

...
Cripes, so a couple of guys went to a party and got their picture taken? Big deal, let it go. Thought the U.S. was supposed to be the land of the free?

Only on paper.

[The_Noble_Cause]

This thread is likely to be closed and by every right, it should be.
AR's succesful clambake obviously evoked traumatic memories for Monker.
It took him back to the days of being a cystic acne scarred loner eating alone in his High School lunch room, shunned from all social gatherings.
He was the founding member of his school's Trench Coat Mafia, only he preferred wearing his mom's hosiery instead.

What Ross and Jeff do on their free time is nobody's business.

God forbid the forum turn a critical eye to how Monker perversely spends his free time.

[MCC620]

Well said, NT !

What also I think is going on here is the fact that there was another pre-party going on, in which the band members were invited to. I believe the beef here is that two of the members decided on AR's party and not theirs. Where the other three members were at, I don't know. I guess the others didn't show up at theirs either.

Just to clarify for you. The two parties were not at the same time. The BT gathering was on Friday before the show. My point was that they did not require an invite to that because it was posted on their official Dixie Highway Forum. And they could have just as easily gone to that on Friday.

You don't want to see the point that I am trying to make. Fine, I'll leave you to your happy place once again.

[whocares]

Well said, NT !

What also I think is going on here is the fact that there was another pre-party going on, in which the band members were invited to. I believe the beef here is that two of the members decided on AR's party and not theirs. Where the other three members were at, I don't know. I guess the others didn't show up at theirs either.

Just to clarify for you. The two parties were not at the same time. The BT gathering was on Friday before the show. My point was that they did not require an invite to that because it was posted on their official Dixie Highway Forum. And they could have just as easily gone to that on Friday.

You don't want to see the point that I am trying to make. Fine, I'll leave you to your happy place once again.

you should be pissed at the band members, not the forum members here then. Go rattle off a few emails telling the boys how you feel for being slighted. It'll probably go over as well with them as it will here.

[Crazie Scarab]

There are some other people besides Monker who didn't like what happened. But oh well, it still comes down to the band members decision on where they wanted to be.

Leave me out of that group, please. I never said I didn't like what happened. In fact, I agree with you that they are (as should be) free to do whatever they want. In fact, I'm happy for everybody that showed up for and had a great time at Ed's house.

I just hope all this doesn't end up keeping the guys from going to future private events. That's all it's going to accomplish if we keep on going on about it. I think it would be a great idea if everyone just dropped this right now, if not just that reason alone.

[yulog]

CHAPTER III

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Anna Pavlovna's reception was in full swing. The spindles hummed steadily and ceaselessly on all sides. With the exception of the aunt, beside whom sat only one elderly lady, who with her thin careworn face was rather out of place in this brilliant society, the whole company had settled into three groups. One, chiefly masculine, had formed round the abbe. Another, of young people, was grouped round the beautiful Princess Helene, Prince Vasili's daughter, and the little Princess Bolkonskaya, very pretty and rosy, though rather too plump for her age. The third group was gathered round Mortemart and Anna Pavlovna.

The vicomte was a nice-looking young man with soft features and polished manners, who evidently considered himself a celebrity but out of politeness modestly placed himself at the disposal of the circle in which he found himself. Anna Pavlovna was obviously serving him up as a treat to her guests. As a clever maitre d'hotel serves up as a specially choice delicacy a piece of meat that no one who had seen it in the kitchen would have cared to eat, so Anna Pavlovna served up to her guests, first the vicomte and then the abbe, as peculiarly choice morsels. The group about Mortemart immediately began discussing the murder of the Duc d'Enghien. The vicomte said that the Duc d'Enghien had perished by his own magnanimity, and that there were particular reasons for Buonaparte's hatred of him.

"Ah, yes! Do tell us all about it, Vicomte," said Anna Pavlovna, with a pleasant feeling that there was something a la Louis XV in the sound of that sentence: "Contez nous cela, Vicomte."

The vicomte bowed and smiled courteously in token of his willingness to comply. Anna Pavlovna arranged a group round him, inviting everyone to listen to his tale.

"The vicomte knew the duc personally," whispered Anna Pavlovna to of the guests. "The vicomte is a wonderful raconteur," said she to another. "How evidently he belongs to the best society," said she to a third; and the vicomte was served up to the company in the choicest and most advantageous style, like a well-garnished joint of roast beef on a hot dish.

The vicomte wished to begin his story and gave a subtle smile.

"Come over here, Helene, dear," said Anna Pavlovna to the beautiful young princess who was sitting some way off, the center of another group.

The princess smiled. She rose with the same unchanging smile with which she had first entered the room- the smile of a perfectly beautiful woman. With a slight rustle of her white dress trimmed with moss and ivy, with a gleam of white shoulders, glossy hair, and sparkling diamonds, she passed between the men who made way for her, not looking at any of them but smiling on all, as if graciously allowing each the privilege of admiring her beautiful figure and shapely shoulders, back, and bosom- which in the fashion of those days were very much exposed- and she seemed to bring the glamour of a ballroom with her as she moved toward Anna Pavlovna. Helene was so lovely that not only did she not show any trace of coquetry, but on the contrary she even appeared shy of her unquestionable and all too victorious beauty. She seemed to wish, but to be unable, to diminish its effect.

"How lovely!" said everyone who saw her; and the vicomte lifted his shoulders and dropped his eyes as if startled by something extraordinary when she took her seat opposite and beamed upon him also with her unchanging smile.

"Madame, I doubt my ability before such an audience," said he, smilingly inclining his head.

The princess rested her bare round arm on a little table and considered a reply unnecessary. She smilingly waited. All the time the story was being told she sat upright, glancing now at her beautiful round arm, altered in shape by its pressure on the table, now at her still more beautiful bosom, on which she readjusted a diamond necklace. From time to time she smoothed the folds of her dress, and whenever the story produced an effect she glanced at Anna Pavlovna, at once adopted just the expression she saw on the maid of honor's face, and again relapsed into her radiant smile.

The little princess had also left the tea table and followed Helene.

"Wait a moment, I'll get my work.... Now then, what are you thinking of?" she went on, turning to Prince Hippolyte. "Fetch me my workbag."

There was a general movement as the princess, smiling and talking merrily to everyone at once, sat down and gaily arranged herself in her seat.

"Now I am all right," she said, and asking the vicomte to begin, she took up her work.

Prince Hippolyte, having brought the workbag, joined the circle and moving a chair close to hers seated himself beside her.

Le charmant Hippolyte was surprising by his extraordinary resemblance to his beautiful sister, but yet more by the fact that in spite of this resemblance he was exceedingly ugly. His features were like his sister's, but while in her case everything was lit up by a joyous, self-satisfied, youthful, and constant smile of animation, and by the wonderful classic beauty of her figure, his face on the contrary was dulled by imbecility and a constant expression of sullen self-confidence, while his body was thin and weak. His eyes, nose, and mouth all seemed puckered into a vacant, wearied grimace, and his arms and legs always fell into unnatural positions.

"It's not going to be a ghost story?" said he, sitting down beside the princess and hastily adjusting his lorgnette, as if without this instrument he could not begin to speak.

"Why no, my dear fellow," said the astonished narrator, shrugging his shoulders.

"Because I hate ghost stories," said Prince Hippolyte in a tone which showed that he only understood the meaning of his words after he had uttered them.

He spoke with such self-confidence that his hearers could not be sure whether what he said was very witty or very stupid. He was dressed in a dark-green dress coat, knee breeches of the color of cuisse de nymphe effrayee, as he called it, shoes, and silk stockings.

The vicomte told his tale very neatly. It was an anecdote, then current, to the effect that the Duc d'Enghien had gone secretly to Paris to visit Mademoiselle George; that at her house he came upon Bonaparte, who also enjoyed the famous actress' favors, and that in his presence Napoleon happened to fall into one of the fainting fits to which he was subject, and was thus at the duc's mercy. The latter spared him, and this magnanimity Bonaparte subsequently repaid by death.

The story was very pretty and interesting, especially at the point where the rivals suddenly recognized one another; and the ladies looked agitated.

"Charming!" said Anna Pavlovna with an inquiring glance at the little princess.

"Charming!" whispered the little princess, sticking the needle into her work as if to testify that the interest and fascination of the story prevented her from going on with it.

The vicomte appreciated this silent praise and smiling gratefully prepared to continue, but just then Anna Pavlovna, who had kept a watchful eye on the young man who so alarmed her, noticed that he was talking too loudly and vehemently with the abbe, so she hurried to the rescue. Pierre had managed to start a conversation with the abbe about the balance of power, and the latter, evidently interested by the young man's simple-minded eagerness, was explaining his pet theory. Both were talking and listening too eagerly and too naturally, which was why Anna Pavlovna disapproved.

"The means are... the balance of power in Europe and the rights of the people," the abbe was saying. "It is only necessary for one powerful nation like Russia- barbaric as she is said to be- to place herself disinterestedly at the head of an alliance having for its object the maintenance of the balance of power of Europe, and it would save the world!"

"But how are you to get that balance?" Pierre was beginning.

At that moment Anna Pavlovna came up and, looking severely at Pierre, asked the Italian how he stood Russian climate. The Italian's face instantly changed and assumed an offensively affected, sugary expression, evidently habitual to him when conversing with women.

"I am so enchanted by the brilliancy of the wit and culture of the society, more especially of the feminine society, in which I have had the honor of being received, that I have not yet had time to think of the climate," said he.

Not letting the abbe and Pierre escape, Anna Pavlovna, the more conveniently to keep them under observation, brought them into the larger circle.

[Clasicrockldy]

Well said, NT !

What also I think is going on here is the fact that there was another pre-party going on, in which the band members were invited to. I believe the beef here is that two of the members decided on AR's party and not theirs. Where the other three members were at, I don't know. I guess the others didn't show up at theirs either.

Just to clarify for you. The two parties were not at the same time. The BT gathering was on Friday before the show. My point was that they did not require an invite to that because it was posted on their official Dixie Highway Forum. And they could have just as easily gone to that on Friday.

You don't want to see the point that I am trying to make. Fine, I'll leave you to your happy place once again.

This again was the band memebers choice. And as who said, take it up with the band members, not the members here. And really, did you expect them to be there?

[AR]

Here's a point of law : an individual is allowed of their own freewill to attend a party and have their image taken using a digital camera or similiar apparatus that might be published in some electronic format at a later date.

Cripes, so a couple of guys went to a party and got their picture taken? Big deal, let it go. Thought the U.S. was supposed to be the land of the free?

I really didn't want pictures taken. However the guys were cool with it. Not a bunch of autograph hounds here or anything either. Just a lot of people having fun. Look at all the smiles in the photos. I had a blast!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dropped Dean and Lula off at Penn Station a little while ago. Great house guests!

[MCC620]

Well said, NT !

What also I think is going on here is the fact that there was another pre-party going on, in which the band members were invited to. I believe the beef here is that two of the members decided on AR's party and not theirs. Where the other three members were at, I don't know. I guess the others didn't show up at theirs either.

Just to clarify for you. The two parties were not at the same time. The BT gathering was on Friday before the show. My point was that they did not require an invite to that because it was posted on their official Dixie Highway Forum. And they could have just as easily gone to that on Friday.

You don't want to see the point that I am trying to make. Fine, I'll leave you to your happy place once again.

you should be pissed at the band members, not the forum members here then. Go rattle off a few emails telling the boys how you feel for being slighted. It'll probably go over as well with them as it will here.

I am pissed at the band members. Not mad at the forum members who at least responded in a mature reasonble way to me, without having to make a childish remark or post an even more childish poicture. And I posted my question on BT and to the mods there. Got it covered thanks.

[whocares]

now maybe you realize why the band members don't post on their own site anymore. People just want to bitch and moan like the members OWE them some personal interaction, which by the way they don't.