I didn't know where to turn. Please comfort me. Barbra is going to Europe. If she doesn't sing "Evergreen" I will donate my unusually hairy nipples to science.

I know how you feel - I'm REALLY worried that she's not going to sing People! Please Barbra - Sing People, Evergreen, Don't Rain on My Parade, Somewhere and The Way We Were! Oh and Emily.

I sold my home and car so I could afford her last concerts. Now that she's going to Europe, I am trying to figure out which body organs I can sell. Since these concerts help raise money for charity, maybe I'll be indirectly supporting myself. I hate living under a bridge. But it's worth it if I get to hear People sung live one more time.

Brian

I sold my home and car so I could afford her last concerts. Now that she's going to Europe, I am trying to figure out which body organs I can sell. Since these concerts help raise money for charity, maybe I'll be indirectly supporting myself. I hate living under a bridge. But it's worth it if I get to hear People sung live one more time.

Brian

Hi Brian - Trixie here. You should do what I do - apply for as many credit cards as possible, then max them out buying tickets (Barbra and plane). Remember to save at least one to buy merchandise - like the program with the different cover from the US tour. The inside is the same, but a new cover - a must have at $39.95. She just might sing Emily on this tour, so it would be a good idea to quit your job (after you get all the new credit cards), then go to as many concerts as possible. You have the right attitude to begin with - it's all for a good cause. I hear that $1 from each ticket is going to Barbra's charity, so if you go to all 20 concerts, you'll be contributing $20! Imagine how good you will feel!

XOXOXO Trixie

From a fan back in 2000 "... now we know ... September 28th, 2000 .... Madison Square Garden ... that night it will be over ... forever .. .we are not talking Rolling Stones ... we are talking Barbra ... this decision is final ... before the news was spread I was calm ... she did not perform that often anyway ... so I would not really miss something ... saw her in Vegas twice ... no big deal ... just sorry for the teenagers who would never get a chance ... but such is life ... sometimes too hard ... friends asked me if I would go ... wasn't sure ... then decided to go only if I could get tickets in the first ten rows ... turned out too expensive ... so I don't go ... that was all yesterday though ... today it hit me ... no waring ahead .. just like that ... I layed on my couch and cried ... couldn't stop ... feeling silly and stupid ... maybe I need therapy ... my head still very calm and objective ... no need to go ... really ... but the heart ... the heart ached so much ... why does it hurt so much ... why can't I let go ... for heaven's sake she is not dead ... she is just giving up something she didn't do that often anyway ... there will be more movies ... more albums ... she didn't turn her back towards us ... okay, stopped crying ... now feeling undescribable empty ... need to prepare for work ... can't get myself started ... I'm mourning over a loss ... one that isn't really one ... all is so unreal ... wish I could touch her ... that would make it real for me ... am one of those who need to touch to understand ... letting my mind wander ... meeting her somewhere .. asking her, if she would mind me touching her ... smile ... wondering about the answer ... realizing at the same time I would never ask ... remember Vegas ... still not real for me ... brought her closer ... still universes away ... was very intensive experience though ... if I close my eyes I can still smell the air ... memories coming up before my inner eye ... me alone at home watching 'Hello Dolly' ... six years old and conquered by storm ... being in love for the first time ... kissed me in the rain ... 'cause he knew how much I would love that ... sang 'run wild' for me into my ear ... all those tiny little things that happened while Barbra was there ... always ... daily ... like the sun, the moon ... as my personal star ... can't hold the tears any longer ... what is it that makes me so sad ... lost chances ... which I could have seen her at the Bon Soir ... or the Central Park ... 'One Voice' hurts the most ... she was sooo beautiful that night ... how could she ever think she is not beautiful ... but also sad for Barbra ... scared she will end this last night not knowing how we feel ... letting this last chance pass by ... without even knowing ... trying to comfort myself ... she knows, Yentl, she knows ... really? - oh, my g*d, I'm talking to myself! ... in a second the decision has been made ... I will be there ... in New York City ... she will never know ... but somehow she may feel the love ... this I truly believe ... don't care where I will sit ... have to be there ... must get ticket ... g*d may help me ... feel much better now ... put on 'A love like ours' ... dwell in the love pouring out there ... then take 11 ... never liked it that much before ... gets a different meaning now ... all of a sudden ... wish I could sing that song with a different text to her ... practically see her climbing up that stairs at the end ... Marvin stops playing ... my voice rises and all the other people fall in too ... [Snipped -- lyrics to Wait fan sings to her] ... while I still dream my dream Barbra sings on ... about the music that makes her dance ... I simply sit down on the floor in my living room and cry on for a little while ... grateful for the past ... hoping for other works of her in the future ... most of all though immeasurable sad ... knowing I will cry with her at the end of that night on that September 28th, 2000 ... (Con't)

From a fan back in 2000 "... now we know ... September 28th, 2000 .... Madison Square Garden ... that night it will be over ... forever .. .we are not talking Rolling Stones ... we are talking Barbra ... this decision is final ... before the news was spread I was calm ... she did not perform that often anyway ... so I would not really miss something ... saw her in Vegas twice ... no big deal ... just sorry for the teenagers who would never get a chance ... but such is life ... sometimes too hard ... friends asked me if I would go ... wasn't sure ... then decided to go only if I could get tickets in the first ten rows ... turned out too expensive ... so I don't go ... that was all yesterday though ... today it hit me ... no waring ahead .. just like that ... I layed on my couch and cried ... couldn't stop ... feeling silly and stupid ... maybe I need therapy ... my head still very calm and objective ... no need to go ... really ... but the heart ... the heart ached so much ... why does it hurt so much ... why can't I let go ... for heaven's sake she is not dead ... she is just giving up something she didn't do that often anyway ... there will be more movies ... more albums ... she didn't turn her back towards us ... okay, stopped crying ... now feeling undescribable empty ... need to prepare for work ... can't get myself started ... I'm mourning over a loss ... one that isn't really one ... all is so unreal ... wish I could touch her ... that would make it real for me ... am one of those who need to touch to understand ... letting my mind wander ... meeting her somewhere .. asking her, if she would mind me touching her ... smile ... wondering about the answer ... realizing at the same time I would never ask ... remember Vegas ... still not real for me ... brought her closer ... still universes away ... was very intensive experience though ... if I close my eyes I can still smell the air ... memories coming up before my inner eye ... me alone at home watching 'Hello Dolly' ... six years old and conquered by storm ... being in love for the first time ... kissed me in the rain ... 'cause he knew how much I would love that ... sang 'run wild' for me into my ear ... all those tiny little things that happened while Barbra was there ... always ... daily ... like the sun, the moon ... as my personal star ... can't hold the tears any longer ... what is it that makes me so sad ... lost chances ... which I could have seen her at the Bon Soir ... or the Central Park ... 'One Voice' hurts the most ... she was sooo beautiful that night ... how could she ever think she is not beautiful ... but also sad for Barbra ... scared she will end this last night not knowing how we feel ... letting this last chance pass by ... without even knowing ... trying to comfort myself ... she knows, Yentl, she knows ... really? - oh, my g*d, I'm talking to myself! ... in a second the decision has been made ... I will be there ... in New York City ... she will never know ... but somehow she may feel the love ... this I truly believe ... don't care where I will sit ... have to be there ... must get ticket ... g*d may help me ... feel much better now ... put on 'A love like ours' ... dwell in the love pouring out there ... then take 11 ... never liked it that much before ... gets a different meaning now ... all of a sudden ... wish I could sing that song with a different text to her ... practically see her climbing up that stairs at the end ... Marvin stops playing ... my voice rises and all the other people fall in too ... [Snipped -- lyrics to Wait fan sings to her] ... while I still dream my dream Barbra sings on ... about the music that makes her dance ... I simply sit down on the floor in my living room and cry on for a little while ... grateful for the past ... hoping for other works of her in the future ... most of all though immeasurable sad ... knowing I will cry with her at the end of that night on that September 28th, 2000 ... (Con't)

... an ancient Greek saying comes to my mind ... With whom you laughed you may forget - but never with whom you cried! ... how true...... tell me, who will cry with me?"

FABULOUS - Isn't it? (Sorry for the double post! - I don't think the site owner's blog software is working very well.

... an ancient Greek saying comes to my mind ... With whom you laughed you may forget - but never with whom you cried! ... how true...... tell me, who will cry with me?"

FABULOUS - Isn't it? (Sorry for the double post! - I don't think the site owner's blog software is working very well.

Hey Trixie: Brian here. I'm glad we re-connected. Just FYI, I didn't write the preceding screed. I tried to read it but after a few sentences I feared Emily had gone postal. I'm sure you know old Em is a a bit on the scary side and I hear she owns a machine gun (which worries me to no end). Please keep in touch.
--Brian

PS Trixie, If they change the cover of Barbra's new concert program, I simply must have it. However, I feel guilty knowing that the infomercials say you can feed a starving child in Africa for a year for the same price. The rest of the profit will go to Barbra building another house on her property, which is of most importance. Who wants to live in the same house every day?
--Brian