Musical Meets

Emilio Estevez shot me a dirty look when I asked him a simple, polite question. Siouxsie Sioux, of the Banshees, shot me a dirty look when I asked her how to spell her name so I could turn over to her a book of my poems.

Mick Jagger never "pissed in my refrigerator":http://www.smithmag.net/brushes_with_fame/story.php?did=50, but I did take a shower with Arnold Schwarzenegger in 1981 on Venice Beach. I almost shot a handgun with Sylvester Stallone in Hollywood the same year, but a bad drinking problem got me dismissed from that scene.

Angela Bowie cooked me breakfast once. I got into a fistfight with the lead singer of A Flock of Seagulls. Boy George told me to fuck off, basically, when I asked him about his heroin problem. I threw a drink in the face of the tour manager of the band Suicidal Tendencies, in my capacity as a music writer at the time.

I talked to Joey Ramone, in person and on the phone. I talked to Lloyd Cole on the phone. I talked to Tiny Tim, in person, for two and a half hours. Emilio Estevez shot me a dirty look when I asked him a simple, polite question. Siouxsie Sioux, of the Banshees, shot me a dirty look when I asked her how to spell her name so I could turn over to her a book of my poems.

I almost met David Carradine. He was leaving the bar in Malibu, California, as I was entering it. Fergie, of Black Eyed Peas, supposedly tried to bum a cigarette off of me, before one of her shows. I smoked pot with Marianne Faithfull’s band, until Marianne found me and had me thrown off the bus. I’ve handed poems of mine to a sweaty Henry Rollins, after an incredible Black Flag show. He was polite, despite my imposition. I met Lars of Rancid. What a gentleman. Who says punk rockers are rude?

Perry Farrell could have had me fired from a job, but instead he was a gentleman, offering me a smile instead of my walking papers when I imposed on his privacy one Lollapalooza day. I ran into Ruben Studdard at a fast-food court in the CNN Center in Atlanta. I was eating; he was just passing through. He signed a napkin, which I framed and gave to my 11-year-old daughter, who loves the man.

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