Hit the Limelight, make my day, get me back to JFK
So, my job has me traveling a LOT these days. Within the past five weeks, I've been in Baltimore, Atlanta, NYC, and Los Angeles. Next week I'm in the Carolinas.
And as much as the whole process sucks, one of the really cool things about doing all that travel is that eventually you will see celebrities in your travels. In fact, within the past two weeks, I've spotted Dominique Wilkins, Tyson Beckford, Melora Hardin (that's Jan from "The Office"), and that greasy little gnome doll from "Rockstar Supernova."
(And on that note....Jesus Christ, were it not from the two stripper types accompanying him out of the Rainbow Bar and Grill, I would have sworn that guy was a fourth grader dressed up in a k-mart rock star costume; Nice lifts in your boots, dude.....Memo to Lukas Rossi: Lemmy shits bigger than you).
So anyway, it's hard not to get a little resentful of the relative void of celebs here in D.C.
But then, this afternoon I drank a cup of coffee on Rhode Island Ave. literally four feet from Bob Mould. This is the second time that's happened.
Maybe Bob Mould isn't a big deal to most people....I dunno, my old bands used to cover Husker Du, and I distinctly remember seeing "Zen Arcade" on sale at Olsen's Books and Records when I was like 12 years old.
My point? I guess that my point is that if you spend enough time in airports and hotels you can trip over celebrities eventually. But artists? They're everywhere.
Punk. Fucking. Rock.
And as much as the whole process sucks, one of the really cool things about doing all that travel is that eventually you will see celebrities in your travels. In fact, within the past two weeks, I've spotted Dominique Wilkins, Tyson Beckford, Melora Hardin (that's Jan from "The Office"), and that greasy little gnome doll from "Rockstar Supernova."
(And on that note....Jesus Christ, were it not from the two stripper types accompanying him out of the Rainbow Bar and Grill, I would have sworn that guy was a fourth grader dressed up in a k-mart rock star costume; Nice lifts in your boots, dude.....Memo to Lukas Rossi: Lemmy shits bigger than you).
So anyway, it's hard not to get a little resentful of the relative void of celebs here in D.C.
But then, this afternoon I drank a cup of coffee on Rhode Island Ave. literally four feet from Bob Mould. This is the second time that's happened.
Maybe Bob Mould isn't a big deal to most people....I dunno, my old bands used to cover Husker Du, and I distinctly remember seeing "Zen Arcade" on sale at Olsen's Books and Records when I was like 12 years old.
My point? I guess that my point is that if you spend enough time in airports and hotels you can trip over celebrities eventually. But artists? They're everywhere.
Punk. Fucking. Rock.
Labels: Bob Mould, Husker Du, Lemmy, Lukas Rossi
posted by t-o-n at 5:10 PM
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