My daughter and I went to a health expo. This was a great event for a lot of people. I did not realize entertainers were scheduled to arrivie after everyone had time to take in all the booths. My daughter knew, but didn't share this with me, since she wanted me to be surprised.
I decided to run to the rest room before the time I thought we would … Read more »
I passed Jim Jarmusch once near the Bowery Whole Foods in Manhattan. He was rockin' that crazy _Eraserhead_ hairdo and drawing hard on a cigarette. He was taller than I'd thought he was and wearing a signature patterned button-down shirt, looking real cool, even though it was damn hot.
I had been walking for about an hour in that heat, and I did not look cool. I was dirty … Read more »
Years ago, I worked in the cosmetics department of a local department store in St. Louis. At the time, I was (and I still am) a big fan of the musical group Yes.
One rather boring late afternoon, I was watching the clock tick on toward quiting time. There were no customers, and I was in a hurry to get the day over. At some point, I glanced up … Read more »
I sauntered confidently up to him as he sat in the kitchen, staring downward at the old console television. He looked powerful and dark, with an air about him that suggested, "All who approach, beware."
His tattoos were of the road-weary variety, etched emphatically into his skin with more conviction than usual. He was a walking revolution. With my hands in my pockets and a smile on my face, … Read more »
Several years ago, when Elizabeth Taylor was married to Sen. John Warner, my daughter and I joined many others that lined the street to see the violet-eyed beauty take part in a local parade. She was in a motorcade that one of the telephone companies had provided for the participants. She floated down one of our boulevards, not letting any of her fans down.
I was bowled over … Read more »
I had never been to a rock concert before my freshman year in college. I wasn't the social type in high school, and my activities revolved more around going to sports events. But the opportunity to see Rod Stewart and the Facesâ€”just months before Ron Wood left for the Rolling Stonesâ€”brought me out.
I ended up near the stage, taking pictures and moving to the music, when I saw … Read more »
I was furious at my boyfriend for getting me to the airport too late to catch my plane, so I sent him back home and settled in to wait until the next flight. As I walked through the almost deserted airport, I heard a familiar, distinctive voice.
I looked to the side, where there was a small lunch counter. There sat Steven Wright on a counter stool, chatting with … Read more »
As a teenager, I was a big Duran Duran fan.
A few months ago, after an interview, I walked crosstown in Manhattan in the 50s. As I was crossing Broadway, I saw a tall, slender guy with spiky blond hair and bright green pants carrying a large Build-A-Bear bag, with a smaller Henri Bendel bag inside. He looked slightly confused. It was Simon Le Bon!
He was walking … Read more »
When I was about 15 years old, I stood on Fifth Ave. in New York opposite St. Patrick's Cathedral, waiting to meet up with two friends coming in from New Jersey. We were going to see the Matthew Broderick movie _Ladyhawke._ While I was waiting, I saw George Michael and Andrew Ridgely of Wham! walk by me, and I froze in excitement.
When my friends showed up soon after, … Read more »
So I was managing a fine-dining restaurant in the ever-picturesque Oxford, Mississippi. Archie was in town for his alma mater's LSU game. The restaurant had a much-over-capacity bar crowd above the dining room.
One of my "carders" was a darling band memberâ€”saxophone, as I recall. About 20 years old, he was, dark brown eyes and a heart of gold. I strolled down to check on him, as he was … Read more »
Granted, this is a story from another time. It was 1979, the first real trip to Las Vegas. My wife of eight months and I flew up on Hughes Airwest from Phoenix. Me being a budding high roller, we stayed at Caesars Palace, in a suite partially paid for by the house.
I had been there a few times with my father-in-law, who was a true gambler. His trick … Read more »
I have always had a poor memory for names, and my memory for faces, which is better, is often failed by dislocation: wrong person, wrong place.
And so it was that I was walking one gray day down Old Compton St. in London's "Soho district":http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soho â€” for perfectly legitimate reasons, I might add, for those of a salacious turn of mind (you know who you are) â€” when I … Read more »
There's a place called the Monmouth Museum up behind the Garden State Arts Center in New Jersey. In 1970, it was nothing more than an old stone house with some local photos and relics on display, but the grounds consisted of a wildflower field and a beautiful pine forest of 20 acres. As kids, we would go there to get stoned and sleep with our girlfriends.
Holmdel was still … Read more »
I believe it was last year, at a Red Hot Chili Peppers concert at the Los Angeles Forum Stadium, when I unexpectedly ran into a celebrity.
If you've ever been to a concert, you know how hot it gets. So I went downstairs to a small convenience store where they sold huge drinks. I got in line behind this older man who was bald and was wearing a hat … Read more »
â€œI remember you well...â€ Thatâ€™s what I wanted to say to the man who looked like Leonard Cohen. It was a lyric to one of my favorite songs of his.
He walked past me at the bookstore that I work for. Iâ€™m a writer in Los Angeles and like a clichÃ©, with my dangling name tag, working as retail slave to pay my bills with a college degree thatâ€™s … Read more »
It was (I believe) 1964. I was going to my first teen-idol concert in Brewer, Maine. Gene Pitney was performing at the Brewer Auditorium. A local Bangor band, the Jesters, was backing him up.
It so happened that my best friend, Joan, was "going steady" with one of the band members. I guess you'd call us groupies, but that expression hadn't been invented yet. We were standing in line … Read more »
It was a typical Saturday afternoon, and I was on my way to the French Quarter (this was two years before Katrina). I headed on the streetcar toward my job at the now defunct Tower Records.
How I loved riding the streetcar. A relic, the streetcar was one of the highlights of living in one of the most traditional cities in the South.
So there I was in … Read more »
I began working at Crazy Girls in Las Vegas shortly after it opened in 1987. I had started working at the Riviera in 1979, when the hotel was still a classy place. By the mid-eighties, it was well on its way to being the shit hole it is today.
But back then, it was the perfect job: unclothed women, and Slots-A-Fun right across the street! Stagehand heaven.
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It was 1987, I was 17 years old, and the Beastie Boys' album _Licensed to Ill_ was hitting its peak. My friend Nikki and I snagged two tickets to the sold-out show when they came to San Francisco. I remember dressing to kill that night, 1980s style, in a tight tank top, cropped Leviâ€™s jacket, pegged stretch pants, and high-heeled ankle boots. My hair was permed, poofed, and ready to … Read more »
So I'm at the publication party for Johnnie Cochran's memoir at Denzel Washington's restaurant on Melrose. I come out of the women's room too fast, and smack right into O.J. Simpson, who is about to enter the adjacent men's room. He's smaller than he seemed on TV and mumbles, "Sorry.".
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