#1
Posted: 5/22/07 at 12:04am
I have always loved Patti LuPone. Always.
Over many years, and all acress the country I've seen many of her concerts and various broadway performances.
Oh, I've heard she's a diva, bitchy, selfish, etc. But I'd never seen it personally b/c I only ever watched her performances. Then left. No stage door acosting. No letters to her, no e-mails. Nothing. I was in blissful ignorance.
Last Saturday that all changed. I flew into Boston to take a depostion, catch a Sox game at Fenway, and MOST IMPORTANT OF ALL, to see Patti do her woulda coulda shoulda concert. Again. I love that show, I loved that woman.
A week or so before the concert I got a pleasant surprise in the mail. The theater sent me an invite to a post-show meet and greet at a local restaurant, the Candlewood, I believe --- with Patti! The soiree was for high-price ticket holders only.
I was pyched.
At intermission, to my dismay, I was given a 3 x 5 index card with a sticker on it. It said that unfortunately Patti would not be attending the Candlewood affiar but would be greeting us, from stage, after the show. Wow, what a mammoth let down.
I knew it was too good to be true.
The concert was awesome.
Afterwards, we waited for Patti to "greet" us. About ten minures later she came out in bluejeans and tennis shows. She asked nobody in particular if we were "donors." Then in a very peevish tone she said, "hi - I don't know why i was dreagged out here but I have to get in a car and go to Connecticut."
Some greeting.
She turned to leave.
As she was leaving, someone asked, "aren't you going to the Candlewood?"
Her response, "this is not a question and answer session! I don't know what this is supposed to be." And she scurried off the stage.
I rushed outside to the stage door. Prurient interest. there were no more than a dozen folks waiting to meet her, get a picture, a signature, give kudos. Maybe as few as 6. She came out accepted a gift from a young, blond girl, signed one poster, then blew by everyone else while mumbling about what a nightmare everything was.
The soiree. One topic. Patti's bitchiness, her unprofessionalism, her selfishness. Everyone was crushed. One of the planners told me that Patti had cancelled on the Candlewood event a half hour before the concert started.
Well, I hadn't wanted to believe all the rumors about Patti's mean spirit, but I saw it for myself as did everyone else who was there. My description doesn't do it justice. She was ugly. Very ugly.
Reality sucks.
Over many years, and all acress the country I've seen many of her concerts and various broadway performances.
Oh, I've heard she's a diva, bitchy, selfish, etc. But I'd never seen it personally b/c I only ever watched her performances. Then left. No stage door acosting. No letters to her, no e-mails. Nothing. I was in blissful ignorance.
Last Saturday that all changed. I flew into Boston to take a depostion, catch a Sox game at Fenway, and MOST IMPORTANT OF ALL, to see Patti do her woulda coulda shoulda concert. Again. I love that show, I loved that woman.
A week or so before the concert I got a pleasant surprise in the mail. The theater sent me an invite to a post-show meet and greet at a local restaurant, the Candlewood, I believe --- with Patti! The soiree was for high-price ticket holders only.
I was pyched.
At intermission, to my dismay, I was given a 3 x 5 index card with a sticker on it. It said that unfortunately Patti would not be attending the Candlewood affiar but would be greeting us, from stage, after the show. Wow, what a mammoth let down.
I knew it was too good to be true.
The concert was awesome.
Afterwards, we waited for Patti to "greet" us. About ten minures later she came out in bluejeans and tennis shows. She asked nobody in particular if we were "donors." Then in a very peevish tone she said, "hi - I don't know why i was dreagged out here but I have to get in a car and go to Connecticut."
Some greeting.
She turned to leave.
As she was leaving, someone asked, "aren't you going to the Candlewood?"
Her response, "this is not a question and answer session! I don't know what this is supposed to be." And she scurried off the stage.
I rushed outside to the stage door. Prurient interest. there were no more than a dozen folks waiting to meet her, get a picture, a signature, give kudos. Maybe as few as 6. She came out accepted a gift from a young, blond girl, signed one poster, then blew by everyone else while mumbling about what a nightmare everything was.
The soiree. One topic. Patti's bitchiness, her unprofessionalism, her selfishness. Everyone was crushed. One of the planners told me that Patti had cancelled on the Candlewood event a half hour before the concert started.
Well, I hadn't wanted to believe all the rumors about Patti's mean spirit, but I saw it for myself as did everyone else who was there. My description doesn't do it justice. She was ugly. Very ugly.
Reality sucks.
