It's not every day I get to meet some of the greatest musicians of my lifetime....oh who the fuck am I kidding? Yes it is! In the last few weeks alone I've met Slash, Neil Diamond, Melissa Etheridge, John Mellencamp and Chris Stein, and we all know what happened a few weeks back with Boy George! This week was no different, yet MUCH more surreal, which is how I found myself standing outside the London Hotel at 6:15 AM Wednesday waiting for Billy Idol.
I swore to myself that I would never be that fan that stalks a hotel, but the son of a bitch blew past all
the graphers his fans at the
Today Show the day before,
and I damn sure wasn't gonna spend two hours at the Barnes & Noble booksigning and be told I couldn't take a photo with him. Well someone woke late, alone, and on the wrong side of the bed, because the fucker tried to brush me off again leaving the hotel for the Stern show until I asked him to sign the memoir he's in town promoting, which he begrudgingly did as he walked to the SUV and took off without posing for a photo.
Fucking punks!
Good thing I live in New York and there's traffic, because I sprinted to the Sirius building without having a heart attack, barely beating him, only for him to blow past all the fans waiting and head straight into the building. MOTHERFUCKER! IT'S ON! Two hours (and two radio interviews) later, he finally leaves the building and I'm right there waiting, and while the publicist says 'no photos' (standard publicist bullshit) I stood beside him, he smiled/sneered/did that Billy Idol face he's done so many times, and I finally go this picture.
Having invested four hours into an autograph and a photo, I won't feel bad illegally downloading his new album
Kings & Queens of the Underground, due out October 21st.
So last night, thanks to a dubiously obtained press pass and a friend with persuasive email skills, I'm at the opening reception of
24 Karat Gold, a photographic exhibit of Polaroids Stevie Nicks took on tour in the 70's and 80's. My love of Miss Stevie Gypsy Goddess Rhiaaaaaanon Nicks is legendary, so to be in such an intimate setting with the white witch (and a thousand of our closes friends) was a dream come true and I could hardly hold my camera steady to take these photos and not wet myself.
STEVIE FUCKING NICKS you guys!!!!!!
There to show support were bandmates Mick Fleetwood and Christine McVie (I KNOW!)
and Dave Stewart of Eurythmics! I KNOW!
I did everything I could to get a photo with Stevie so I could die today feeling complete, but she wasn't having any of the crowd, disappearing into a back room to
do a line of coke compose herself before viewing the exhibit, flanked by bodyguards in tight suits shouting "Stand back" without any trace of irony at all.
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