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The hysterical bride wrote: My favorite concert was the one where I went on stage, and got to fondle Mr. Dylan's buns. I was 23. I slammed open the door to the theatre, Bob stopped the concert; I ran all the way down the aisle, and leaped on stage. He invited me to sing. I declined, and tried to get away. Then he practically gave me an orgasm at the speaker. Then I fainted. Then security encouraged me to get back up and go back over to him. I did, he turned around, I put my hands on his buns, and we did a double shuffle with our feet across the stage. I think he was trying to get away. lol
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Shows I have attended
Hi Dave.
I never said I saw a lot of shows.
Krickhoff wrote that I have seen shows all over the U.S., and that is true, but not a lot of them, just a handful.
I have never claimed to see any more of the shows than are listed on my page.
Actually, I had tickets to see him in summer 1988 with the Alarm, but I was in the psych hospital for suicidal depression, and the director wouldn't let me go.
He asked me why I wanted to go, and I said, "Because it's important," and that wasn't good enough for him. :(
THB
The Incident
That story is hysterical. ha ha
If Hysterical has seen so many shows, I wonder why her page only shows a few shows.
Saw him last night in Milwaukee. Managed to stay off the stage.
Master Thief
Rachel @ Lawrence, KS
Hey, I saw you in Lawrence! You're the girl that got on stage that night and hugged Bob around his butt. How did (does) it feel?
Keith Gubitz
www.myspace.com/keithgubitz
(310) 455-4320
In response to Keith...
IT WAS AWESOME!!!!!!!!!! (thanks for asking)
I did it *very* gingerly.
It always means so much, even the softest touch... heh heh heh.
Rachel
P.S. Just to clarify, I didn't hug him AROUND his butt, I just very very softly and slowly placed my hands ON his butt, and then he very slowly slid his right foot forward, then I moved mine, then he slid his left foot forward, then I mine, etc.. etc.. all the while with my hands still gently glued onto his soft warm tushy.
Then security came out and took me to the wing, and I went right away, then Bob marched towards the back door, and I accidentally cried out when he hit the doorway, and then they turned me around to go sit on the ledge of the stage, and I did, then I was handed from the stage a Raspberry Royale tea bag, and then Bob came back out, glancing nervously over at me, and finally played It Ain't Me, Babe, to close the concert, and I jumped off the ledge, and went off on my Bob Dylan honeymoon. :)
P.P.S. I didn't go on stage voluntarily. Someone pounded really hard on the balcony after I and I, and it scared the sh*t out of me (pardon my English), and I jumped out of my seat and ran down the lobby stairs, slammed open the door, ran all the way down the aisle, then leaped on stage without a second's hesitation, for my life. I thought Bob was calling me. It's a really long story. Never mind.
Rachel @ Lawrence in '94
Hey, I saw you in Lawrence! Yo're the girl that got on stage that night and hugged Bob around his but. How did it feel?
Keith Gubitz
www.myspace.com/keithgubitz
(310) 455-4320
That's quite a compliment.
Thanks, Pete.
Yes, it was a dream come true.
Ummmm...
Ima go with 'in your dreams, mebbe.'
Pete
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