It upset me genuinely to wake up this morning from my dream.
It was Christmas in Upstate New York, Rochester, to be exact, and my friends and I were frolicking in the snow, before heading off to my highschool where, believe it or not, Rammstein was performing IN MY GYM.
Well, that doesn't happen everyday. I happened to be able to sit in the VERY FRONT ROW, to see them perform a completely new stage show of completely new songs that I'd never heard, one of them involving Till Lindemann dressed as Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, complete with ruby slippers. I found it hilarious and pulled Till off the stage so I could tell him.
He decided to sit with me and watch the rest of the band perform. There was a scene where every band member was bound in a white spiderweb that exploded at some point during the song. Till leaned back against my chest and asked me to play with his hair. How do you turn that down? You don't. We chatted for a while and I said,
"You should come to Chicago during the Gay Pride Parade. The boys on Halsted Street would be in LOVE with you." He laughed and said maybe one day he would.