9.21.2008

roger creager...i apologize

tonight could not have been a more frustrating night.
about a week ago, i get a call from my friend liz who lives in nashville and is a publicist.
she tells me that one of her artists is playing aggiefest at longhorn saloon, 10pm, saturday night...will you cover him?
i say, 'that would be fine, i live with the edge editor anyway, i will pitch the idea, but it shouldn't be a problem.'
i get the okay from my roommate and the process begins.
it is not a foreign process considering i covered the entire festival last year.
i get an interview with roger creager during the week on the phone just to get a little information on how he found out about the festival, what his new cd is like, so on and so forth.
the week before aggiefest was great. besides the phone interview, i had shielded myself from all that is roger creager. i wanted to have no biases, no anything when i covered him saturday night.
it is now saturday, knowing i have to be at longhorns by 9:45 to make sure i can get a brief interview after the show.
i show up, get id'd, get the permanent mark on my hand showing the world that i am not 21 and am then told to come back at 1:30.
now, that is not that big of deal, i don't care at all to come back at 1:30... it is actually better for roger, because so many people with be at the bar at 1:30.
i have time to kill so i go over to a friends house forcing myself to stay awake when it hits 1:00 and have to start heading to aggieville.
as of right now, this whole later time thing is not a big deal.
one of the security guys says, 'follow me darl'n lets go find roger?' i'm thinking he has 10 minutes he should be on stage or in the back, how hard will it be to find him?
nope, i follow the security guy to the the street where rogers tour bus is.
starting to get confused, i think oh, maybe he is just taking a breather.
remember when i said i shielded myself of all that is roger creager so i could get a really great first impression.
the security guy says troy (rogers manager) will be on the bus and you can talk to him.
i get on the tour bus and i say, 'hello, emily sterk, k-state collegian," and he responds, 'hey, we talked on the phone."
i talked to both troy and roger on the phone.
so, my first question was, 'what are your predictions for tonights show?'
he looked at me like i was the biggest idiot ever and said, 'what?'
i respond with 'roger right, not troy? you go on at 1:30 right?'
he comes back with, 'we already performed.'
and i was like, 'what, what time? the manager said to come back at 1:30 to meet roger.'
he said he went on at 11:30.
then i asked, 'when did you get done?'
'about 15 minutes ago.'
i realize the manager told me to come back at 1:30 to interview roger, not see his show.
so looking like someone who has no idea what they were doing, i explained why i was here at 1:30 and not 11:30...i was never told to come at 11:30
then the interview went on a little smoother and i told him, that i will listen to his myspace page and review his cd on there.
he should not be jeopardized by the lack of communication between me and longhorns.
throughout the whole interview, still feeling like the biggest most irresponsible loser, i realize this is not my fault. i was told all week from 3 reliable sources roger creager would go on at 10, then the security guy tells me to come at 1:30...i can see why people would think i could get 11:30 and 1:30 mixed up, but i didn't.
when i got there the security guy wasn't surprised that i was 'late', knew exactly where to take me and knew exactly why i was there, so yeah he said 1:30.
the interview was over, and i apologized multiple times to roger about the miss communication, and said that i will definitely listen to his cd and definitely make it to his next show!
i have listened to his cd and it is the bomb...not being a country fan, and not being very cultured in country music, i did not want to stop listening.
so, roger creager...i am so so so sorry about the ridiculous, silly errors that happened tonight, but you are getting a great review out of me.

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