by pradakid900 on Sun May 11, 2008 11:10 am
Okay, way back in 2001 when David was on the E&N tour I traveled to England so that I could see him live for the very first time (also saw a performance by Talvin Singh and Craig Armstrong that week - was anyone else there?).
Naturally, I wanted to be well dressed, so being way more into Prada at the time I did schlep a good amount of it with me, so imagine my surprise when at the first of David's shows I attended he came out not only decked out in Prada, but wearing the exact same black, ponyhair fronted cardigan that I brought with me and planned on wearing that very night, but it was a tad warmer, so I chose some lighter Prada wear. The pants he wore are these awesome black techno gabardine stretch with little silver zippers at the ankle - the very ones I wanted, but being so short would have meant an alteration not permittable becasue of the zippers.
So, after the show (in Nottingham) I waited around with all the others in the back of the venue hoping to catch a glimpse of David. The gathering crowd was so excited when Steve was spotted just inside the back exit. So just when everyone's attention was on Steve, David slipped out another exit and dashed to the backseat of a waiting Mercedes. Just as I saw this everyone else did too and stormed the car.
I was thinking that I would never make it through the crowd over to David to get my programme signed before he drove away, but I decided to try, and I have no idea how it happened, but I effortlessly slipped right through the crowd and right up to the open window of the back seat where David was graciously signing whatever was put in front of him.
I couldn't believe I was mere inches away from THE man and was as high on the moment as I could have been. Anyway, after scribbling his name he held the other hand up to receive the next item to be autographed, and I placed my programme in it, and as he signed we had our first words.
Being all a flutter I had no idea what to say though I had thought about it a million times before. Finally, some words came to me, and I said to David, "I love your Prada ponyhair cardigan; I have the same one and almost wore it tonight." He looked at me a little surprized that I knew, smiling and laughed saying, "Really?" We both spoke of how we liked Prada very much. In the next moment he bidded me farewell and the window began going up, then the car backed out and drove away,
What a surreal moment that was, and an honest connection we had made, becasue the next time I would meet him he would remember me, but that's another David/Prada story.