Frontiers Rock Festival
Tonight was my first show with Winger. The crowd was amazing to say the least.
The best part of the night, other than playing, happened while Night Ranger was playing. I snuck around the side of the V.I.P. area, thinking no one would know who I was. I watched NR for a bit and decided to go back in case the band decided to head back to our chalet (I had to add that). Just as I was reaching the security guard, who would check my backstage credentials, someone tapped my shoulder. I turned around to see a sincere looking man with a few cd jackets in his hand. He asked in broken English if I would sign his CD's and I explained to him that I was not "in the band", he said he knew that but he really enjoyed the show and my playing and would be greatful for a signature. I agreed, because I thought to decline would be considered rude and I just couldn't do it, plus... I was signing autographs. I noticed a few people on the periphery looking at me and checking to see what I was signing. Once they realized it was Winger gear the onslaught was on.
By no means do I mean to sound like I didn't enjoy it. Quite the contrary, I was eating it up. They were very kind, patient and very complimentary. A young Asian man stood by and waited until the commotion had died down and everyone was walking away. He stepped forward tentatively and said, "Mister Winger, please to sign!". I had to stifle a laugh, as I attempted to explain to him that I was not Mr. Winger. More emphatically he requested, "Mister Winger, PLEASE to sign!" After trying repeatedly to explain who I was, I finally gave in to his request and signed his albums.
Love, Kip Winger
I'm sure he walked away thinking, wow Kip's gotten fat and bald. I guess I should learn how to say "I'm sorry, I'm not Kip Winger" in multiple languages.