Sweet Melinda wrote:
Dennis-88 was the guy who was first in line for that show. I wonder what his take on the nutty broad is.
I had never expected to find a thread about the whole situation here, nor a full (and well written post) on Huffington...but as some of you might know I was really upset about the whole situation. And not only about this Trixsee woman but also some other things.
Let me start to say that I was indeed first in line at the Asbury Park show, at 9 in the morning. People started to come in during the day including one very obnoxious guy who was 5th I believe...he asked me a dozen questions about Dylan ("how long does he play?" "does he play Rolling Stone?" "Does Leon Russell perform first?") and then spent the rest of the day trying to impress other people that he knew all those things I told him. During the day I had asked the security guys how the entrance would be and I heard different stories...as usual. The main security guy seemed unconcerned with safety (geez, it almost seemed like Germany) but in the end it went ok.
Anyway the first que jumpers were two and later three guys. I had seen one of them inside talking to security early in the afternoon and it seemed he knew the majority of people inside. He claimed to be with Ticketmaster and thus could go in first. I tried to stay out of the discussion but when it turned out that they had no ID and no tickets for the show anyway (!) while one of them was telling his friends to run for center stage while he talked his way in I decided to call mr. main security (who took awhile to come). Mr Obnoxious also seemed to know him so I got into a discussion with him (I really hated that guy by the end of the day and I don't hate people easily) as he claimed the guy had the right to jump the que. In the end security came and directed the group of three towards the end of the line, much to the displeasure of Mr. Obnoxious ("but you have seen him inside!" "they know everybody")
Then out of the blue about an hour before the doors open this Trixsee comes up, yelling who was first in line. At first I wanted to say nothing but people pointed at me so she came up to me. This is how I remember the conversation:
T: I just want you to know I will be on the rail tonight
T: Because I was with Bob Dylan last night
Me: Oh (at this point I was already thinking "why do I have to run into lunatics today?")
T: Bob wants me up front
Me: I'm sure
T: Well I just want you to know so you are not disappointed when the security guy wants you to move
Me: Well thank you, now move out of the line
T: I'm just telling you, I will go in later
Me: Then please move
In the meantime more people got into the discussion. At some point she claimed to be Bob's wife while she was making the rounds. Then she talked to Bob's main security guy/bodyguard, who went inside after she asked him to confirm her story. The other security guys came and asked her to leave. Then Bernie (I think that's his name? Not sure) came back and somewhat upset asked for her. This led some people to believe her. More on this later.
Anyway, we make our way in and at the rail all seemed fine. The rest of the story is as the Huffington Post describes it, as off course, she had to stand right behind me screaming during the show. At some point I push her back, which gets me into trouble with the people next to her, but I apologize and after the show they told me they understood why I did that.
As for the credibility of her story, let me tell you, that it is as false as it could be. I have no idea why a few people believed her anyway, but oh well. For one, why would mr. security guy #1, who travels with Bob all the time, check her story. The funniest thing occurred during the show (which was ruined anyway) when she asked the lady next to me if Bob had a beard last night (in Jones Beach). Because when she was with him he had no beard. Sure he grows a beard overnight....