Steve Jobs might not be back at work full time, but he's got enough physical stamina to attend a Coldplay concert — and hang around outside the band's dressing room like a starstruck teenager. The fanboydom was, of course, mutual.
I'll be honest with you folks, the only thing that mattered to me tonight was the presence of one Steve Jobs. I'm a confirmed Apple devotee and I really cannot imagine doing the job I do now (or even having got into this line of work) without my Macbook Pro (and all the Powerbooks that went before it). Creating these tools and putting them into the hands of folks like me was the vision of this man.
I spot Steve chatting with Dave Holmes outside the dressing room and suddenly feel like a star-struck teenager. In order to get the gall up to speak to the guy, I down a double espresso. The mixture of caffeine buzz and feeling like a cheesy little fanboy means that all I can manage to say to him is "Thank you so much". I realise that I'm quite simply making a tit of myself and so excuse myself as fast as I appeared.
As Fortune's Philip Elmer-DeWitt writes, the roadie has been blogging for more than a year with the band, so appears to be a reliable source. Unlike the rest of the crowd; there were 22,000 of you Silicon Valley geeks crammed into Shoreline, and nobody managed to snap an historic iPhone pic of Dear Leader? For shame, Silicon Valley. For shame.