Groupie
I'll have to confess that my Animal Collective groupie credentials were beginning to wane. I thought they'd let Arcade Fire mess with their mojo on "Feels" and actually Panda Bear's "Young Prayer" was the last thing I picked up from the camp. But given the mind-boggling power of "Person Pitch" I'm happy to admit I've stalked Noah across most of the western hemisphere.
No he doesn't actually know me, but I've thrust myself on him on a number of occassions. I first bumped myself into them at this set they did in the Rough Trade store in May 2003, blimey that's four years ago! I'm re-upping that bit of video here.
Later that year I inveigled my way into the playback party for "Here comes the Indian", once again accosting Noah. I also confess to ogling other celebrities at this event. Then a year or so later I shamelessly thrust myself at him at a gig they were playing at in Shoreditch. "Hi Noah! It's me!", "Er, have we met?" I've yet to camp outside his house and go through his rubbish, but at this rate anything is possible.