We’re at Webisode 12th! Thanks to Taste of Country, we get the Behind The Scenes look at Ours with a parody of The Office TV show. We get the story behind the characters and hear from the head of IT, the other head of IT, the guy in charge of receiving… who knows what, the son of the boss and the slacker girl that watches too many cat videos. All in typical takes in the same style from the TV show.
Of course, the Janitor would have to be the only character that knows the real story of the Outspoken One. The Sparkly Dressed already mentioned he was her only friend in that building. Nobody speaks to the Banana Guy? Aww 😦 But he gets that last word in the video! That is so cool.
Paul Sidoti, is one of The Agency’s guitar players. He’s the fan and former roadie for KISS, the fan of the Eagles and a fan of 80’s rock and roll by excellence. It is only fair he has his own fans as well as being in several bands he keeps as side projects from touring with the Outspoken One and The Agency.
Now he’s got his own website at PaulSidoti.net. Go visit! 🙂 If you post your own picture with Paul on his Facebook Page, they’ll put it in the Photo section of his website.
If you ever spend a minute or two on Twitter, you’ll see the classic “RT this is if you’re a real Taylor fan” kind of post. You might also hear someone speak about how many stuff they have, or know about the Outspoken One.
I know it’s all part of the usual fan-bragging but I’ve met quite a few people that know exactly, for real, what it means to be a hardcore fan. They know it’s not what you get, but how much you had to go through to get there.
For Taylor we stay late, lose sleep, ride halfway around the country, spend more than we can afford, be judged as a crazy person by people that walk by and it’s all to catch a glimpse, hear her voice and all of that ends up in us not being the person who gets a hug nor a chance to meet her. Why do we do it then? Still all worthwhile to see her smile. (source)
If I might add a bit to that, I’d like to say sometimes it hardly seems worth it, right? Sometimes getting to a concert has meant more than just the money. Sometimes you’ve had your entire family mad at you. Sometimes you lose your best friend over it, or even all of them. After all that effort, you probably even realize you did some growing up during the entire experience. Unfortunately for the true fan, it’s never simple, never easy. By miracle or luck, we achieve it but getting there requires determination.
For a casual fan, this will be ridiculous. You just get a ticket and show up. All what I said didn’t make any sense. But a few people know there’s a few dragons to fight and a lot of walls to break through when you want that one more, that one last concert. It was that way for me.
After the last Speak Now concerts in Madison Square Garden, I was headed back to Canada via an eleven-hour train ride. When we stopped at the US-Canadian border, officers from the Canadian border boarded the train to check on everyone’s papers.
Out of all passengers in that train, they asked one person to step out: me.
I know that this probably applies to only a very few of us, but if this ever happens to you don’t get nervous, don’t get mad. Just stay calm, smile and be truthful. I was asked to take all my belongings and follow the officer. They helped me get off the train out into the snow and inside the Canadian border patrol office.
I was calm. You see, when asked what I was doing in the US, I had said that I had gone to a Taylor Swift concert. What I was asked when we were in private was simply put, why. They said, it’s a bit peculiar for me, being a guy and a grown-up to be a Taylor Swift fan. They were going through my luggage at this point.
The Canadian border patrol was very polite and very professional. The officers I was talking to were all female. They said it was just “uncommon for someone of my age and gender” to follow someone that they group with Britney Spears and Miley Cyrus.
I explained a few things. I told them that we’re talking about a 21-year old female singer that has four grammies to her name, as well as being the ACM and CMA reigning Entertainer of the Year and the AMA Artist of the Year. No offense, but she is not Hannah Montana (I was not making a comparison to Miley Cyrus but to a fictional singer for kids).
I showed them the notes that I had been writing in the train for the blog that would later become Inside Speak Now: The New York Experience. I explained that I own a blog where a post news for her and the band. I showed them pictures of the concert that were in my laptop. I explained it wasn’t as uncommon to see adults at a Taylor Swift concert as the media makes it appear. I explained that I just didn’t understand how many more awards Taylor has to win for her to be considered a real performer and not a kid singer.
“Sir, I am not a fan of hers, but at this time I have no doubt in my mind that you are a fan of Taylor Swift,” said the officer who was questioning me.
After that we went into light conversation, and I explained a bit about my blog and they asked how many hits I get. I told them and they were impressed. I said that at least I had a story for my blog. They said about how I was treated very kindly and politely, correct? I agree. They were nice and professional (and not bad looking but I was not going to flirt with the border patrol). Yes, sorry, I’m a guy.
The passengers on the train never knew why I was brought off the train, and I did not to tell them. A few wanted to know where my passport was from (Canada), and an annoying woman would not leave me alone first wanting to know what questions they asked and second, asking me to take some religious literature. I told her thank you but no thank you. Please note you don’t want to take anything from anyone while you are in a train that’s crossing an international border. Of all the experience, going back to the train and facing the passengers was the worst part of it.
The only good thing is that the noisy kids and their even noisier parents were very quiet for the rest of the trip.
I’ve had mix feelings about the experience. On a certain level, I thought perhaps this is a sign that I should just stop being a fan. Perhaps I should just do something else. But I’ve had those doubts before, and when that happens I always, always get some kind of sign that I should keep being part of the Taylor Nation.
I got my sign a few weeks later. You wouldn’t consider it much, but to me it was mind-blowing. Sorry, I can’t tell you what it is.
Don’t worry, I’ve got bills to pay, walls to break through and dragons to fight – ok, mostly bills to pay actually – but I’m still here. Luckily, God forbid, fate has not stepped in yet.