Today is the big day. In a few hours we (my brother and I) will arrive in Landgraaf for the ummm... what was it again? Ah yes, the Roger Waters gig. And maybe a little something else too. LOL.
I can't help being a little skeptical still, I'll have to witness it all before I believe any of this is really going to happen. That's just the way I am. ;)

Anywaaay, if I do end up meeting Rog... I hope he won't bite. LOL. No wait, I take that back. Roger Waters can bite me anytime he wants. *giggles*

Hopefully I have some nice piccies to show you guys when I get back home tonight. Wish me luck! I'll need it. I might not look nervous on the outside, but you should see the inside. LMAO. No, you don't want to see that. 

Catch you later!

Part 2 of the report is under the cut...

Well then... I'm going to give it a try reporting about yesterday. I'll probably do it in parts, although I am not sure. I have loads of pictures, so I am not sure if it's a good idea to put them all together in one blog.

Anyway, let's go back...

I should be in bed... strange feelings and thoughts keep me awake though.
I don't know how to explain what makes me feel the way I do. Sometimes things just can be so... overwhelming.
First overwhelming thing was seeing Eric Clapton play live last Thursday. That was awesome. I was on a real high during the concert and afterwards. In fact, I still am, at times. I think it was the best concert I've ever seen, so far. Someone managed to beat Macca's performance back in 2003. Eric just did that. Amazing.

Next (and in some odd way even more) overwhelming thing was the next day, or rather night. I was staying up late to watch Roger play Rock In Rio (being held in Lisbon), which was supposed to be broadcasted by AOL. For some odd reason the broadcast was cancelled. Thanks to a Portuguese (sp?) fan we (me and other members from the Pink Floyd board I post on) got an audiolink so at least we could listen.
Honestly, that was such an experience. It was very weird, very emotional, very... moving.
What an amazing night that was, in many different ways.
Some people were actually posting they were crying, or close to crying. Including myself. Very weird. I think it was due to the disappointment of not being able to see him, and then the big relief that we got a chance to listen. Then there was this moment during Have A Cigar, where it sounded like poor Rog had completely lost his voice. We're still not sure if it really was the case, as people who attended the show said it sounded alright.
Anyhow, it did sound kinda bad to us... so we were all sort of hoping and praying the next song would be better. Thank God it was! Poor Roger... I really feel for him. I don't know what it is, but I feel some really weird 'connection' when I listen to him, or see him. I really care for him. Sounds stupid, maybe... but it's true. I can't deny it. It's just there.

So... it was a really moving night. I went to bed at 3:30am... lay awake for another 15 minutes, just thinking about all this. And even now, I'm still feeling very moved. Very in touch with... my heart or something. I feel something in that area. Whatever...

I should go to bed... it's almost 2am. The 3rd late night in a row, and possibly the last. I can't stay up this late tomorrow, as I have to work again on Tuesday. Oh well...

'Night.