Music R Us
![After a couple decades of living in Los Angeles I would say I’m pretty un-jaded. I still have dreams and aspirations. I still think a better tomorrow is possible. But one thing (most long time residents will tell you) that does dissipate after a while is the kick you get from a celebrity sighting. There are exceptions. Certain women are so beautiful [see Charlize Theron] that it kinda makes your skeleton hurt. Dudes know what I’m talking about. That type of sighting can stick with you for a bit. How ever… if I see Johnny Depp leaving Starbucks or Kelly Clarkson at a cafe, I take a small accounting in my head,
‘hey is that Johnny Depp?.. yes… it is’
or
‘there’s Kelly Clarkson, she was on that music game show contest thing’
then promptly forget the sighting as soon as someone cuts me off while pulling out of the parking lot. This weekend I encountered another exception to the “celebrity shmelebrity” feeling. The weird part is that it wasn’t even my own sighting. It was more of a vicarious thing. For a dozen years or so my good friend Chris has been in one of the biggest rock bands of our time. While I’m just as proud as ever, I have to say that I’ve pretty much gotten used to him being the guitar player in Foo Fighters. That said, watching my buddy play Rolling Stones songs with Mick Jagger is not exactly the kinda thing that gets lost on me. Over the years, Chris and I have logged countless hours analyzing the songs and mystique of The Rolling Stones. To see him up there playing “It’s Only Rock n Roll” with the man who wrote the song feels kinda like he’s cracked the rockstar da Vinci code. What ever you wanna call it, it’s fucking bad-ass!
Anyway, if you didn’t see it yet, click here and imagine your friend from 6th grade camp is the guy to the left of Dave Grohl.
Nice one Cadeese!](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4fyckXkbP1qa2j2io1_1280.png)
After a couple decades of living in Los Angeles I would say I’m pretty un-jaded. I still have dreams and aspirations. I still think a better tomorrow is possible. But one thing (most long time residents will tell you) that does dissipate after a while is the kick you get from a celebrity sighting. There are exceptions. Certain women are so beautiful [see Charlize Theron] that it kinda makes your skeleton hurt. Dudes know what I’m talking about. That type of sighting can stick with you for a bit. How ever… if I see Johnny Depp leaving Starbucks or Kelly Clarkson at a cafe, I take a small accounting in my head,
‘hey is that Johnny Depp?.. yes… it is’
or
‘there’s Kelly Clarkson, she was on that music game show contest thing’
then promptly forget the sighting as soon as someone cuts me off while pulling out of the parking lot. This weekend I encountered another exception to the “celebrity shmelebrity” feeling. The weird part is that it wasn’t even my own sighting. It was more of a vicarious thing. For a dozen years or so my good friend Chris has been in one of the biggest rock bands of our time. While I’m just as proud as ever, I have to say that I’ve pretty much gotten used to him being the guitar player in Foo Fighters. That said, watching my buddy play Rolling Stones songs with Mick Jagger is not exactly the kinda thing that gets lost on me. Over the years, Chris and I have logged countless hours analyzing the songs and mystique of The Rolling Stones. To see him up there playing “It’s Only Rock n Roll” with the man who wrote the song feels kinda like he’s cracked the rockstar da Vinci code. What ever you wanna call it, it’s fucking bad-ass!
Anyway, if you didn’t see it yet, click here and imagine your friend from 6th grade camp is the guy to the left of Dave Grohl.
Nice one Cadeese!
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