The stage is Rammstein been very productive, no doubt. And I hope I can continue to produce more fruit. In addition to bringing me to my first gig abroad in (almost) front row and giving me the opportunity to join the team of the then nascent Italian official website & fanclub (which include www.rammstein.it be), I had well as the opportunity to participate in my first "autograph session" at the release of their album "Rosenrot" in autumn 2005. The basic idea was this: the signing session was scheduled in Paris on October 28. Coincidentally, the anniversary fell on October 31 with my boyfriend then. And what better way to celebrate an anniversary than with a trip to Paris, the City of Love? I put it to him so down. And the reasoning did not bat an eyelid. This romantic weekend would be our mutual gift for the occasion. Never mind then that over 4 days, 2 we have used in one trip and we spent standing in line outside the Virgin Megastore to wait six Teutonic rock star. These are details, DETAILS! On 28
10.00 am we walked to the Champs Elysees, headquarters of the fact that Virgin Megastore hosted the event. The idea was: let 's move is that, so when we arrange for return. Incidentally, Rammstein would arrive at 16.00. We get there and there was already a large queue of people waiting for fenced. It was decided to go to Plan B: stay there. Then one of them would have shelled out to get some McDonald's for lunch. At lunchtime, the crowd was such that thinking out of the ranks of the row was undoubtedly a suicide mission (in particular it would have been groped to return to one of us would have gone out to procure food). So we were happy we brought in the food-bag and began to ration water. Meanwhile, the wait was getting to weigh all know that the masses of people tend more often to stupidity, so that nothing has emerged from a nice pastime, which lasted until the arrival of our: every time he passed in front of the Virgin of a bus tour "open" (and do some 'accounts of how many you can be passed in one day to the Champs Elysées), left a big bang of unsuspecting tourists at the cry of "Rammstein, Rammstein," which left stunned mostly old people and small families who only wish to enjoy a peaceful tour Paris, while the curious pulled out cameras and video cameras to capture the bizarre mass of humanity that continued to widen to stain oil before their eyes.
At four tension was sky, and the sidewalk was now almost entirely inaccessible, because the crowd of onlookers who had stopped to watch, even if they had not the faintest idea what was going on. Fifteen minutes later, the roar: the Rammstein had arrived and were entering the main entrance, a few meters from us ... or at least that's what I could infer, because from where we were, unfortunately, we could see only the screaming crowd and the most of the cameras of journalists. Once inside they have the autographed poster that promoted the event, then disappeared. For a second we started waiting: that of our turn. Slowly, as the dropper, have begun to pass a dozen people at a time in a second containment tank, which were then directed to the fixed course in the bowels of the Megastore to reach the small stage set where we find our purpose. See the first that came out of the Virgin winners and happy with their autographed booklet was a pleasure but the wait made it even less tolerable (because - on balance - now you had been there for six hours ...). At 17:00 came also our time, and we came armed for battle with Virgin, I with a pair of booklet in hand and the infamous logo Rammit (I was even officially on mission for the fan club) to be signed and dedicated in one hand and the camera in the other. Meanwhile the crowd had been "put down" with Notes Rosenrot blaring going to fill the air of that part of the Elysian Fields. Finished the album, however, they put on Herzeleid, and we found ourselves almost in single file on the mosh Asche Zu Asche notes while we came as pilgrims to Lourdes by security channeled into the Virgin (ah, I would break a lance in favor organization Paris in cooperation with local law enforcement, because they have really done a great job!).
to welcome us was a sign with the three commandments of the day: 1. You may sign only one item per person, 2. Nothing too bulky objects (and in fact the guy in front of us with his guitar in hand is left to dry mouth), 3. No pics in front of the "house of brands" (?!?). The last commandment was totally ignored, and I would say quite rightly. The history of being able to sign only one object in my head was a bit 'disheartened, but I do not I wanted to give up: first as we go down an escalator stops and then go as a non-running, clutching my chest booklet, logo, A4, the block with the inscription written by Rammit and camera already on and ready to shoot.
At the fateful moment, though, everything went with a speed that does not leave much room for improvisation: instead of handing it over to a smiling Paul first in line, the material to be signed I was almost torn hand by two individuals accompanying Rammstein have done so only to lengthen the booklet, obviously ignoring the rest, cutting any possibility of communication. My book is lightning passed from hand to hand, while I tried to capture several images in the shortest possible time: Paul Schneider - also quite a good mood -, Ollie with a delicious green camiciuola fantasy unshaven , Flake T-Shirt in blue and I would fully recovered after poisoning and various mumps, and Till then, harnessed to the chin with a black jacket, black cap and sunglasses on his head dropped, even if it was indoors and out was still bad weather. The thing was so swift that only when I picked up the book with the autographs I Richard realized that this was not an appeal, presumably still in New York to work on side project Emigrate. What will surely disappointed many (frankly, they could do in order to be all of them), because - you know - Richard is one of the most popular.
To be honest, this experience is that I have not impressed much. In short, I was all the idea of seeing fibrillation in front of me, face to face, eye to eye (well, I get the idea) but when I arrived there, you have not even looked at him, not a word , not an attempt to communication. I mean, not that I wanted to do who knows that (even though I had passed through the brain to the idea of extending Till a ticket with my phone number) and I understand that they could not get to chat with everyone, but I would have appreciated a bit 'participation, it is only thanks to us fans that they are there where they are now. But oh well. The emotion of a concert can never be compared, and perhaps also why I was disappointed. No no, over the endless queue and out the back door of the Virgin, I was really pissed off. I mean, that's all? I told myself. No I have to be lost something. Yes, I had lost that in fact there was Richard. But no more. I autographed the book in my hands but I was so busy taking pictures that Rammstein actually I had seen them only through the camera screen. But there can be only great experiences, no? And even the mediocre in the end a little place in my memory - and in my blog - we will have it forever.
The crowd in front of the Virgin Megastore 
the time of their arrival 
My booklet that goes through their hands 
Paul, Schneider, Flake and Till then! * _ * 
