OK, so this is a sad motherfucker of a post… but no less true for all that. Despite all my clever words I’m a daydreamer and sometimes I daydream about the rich and famous (when I am not daydreaming about one of my novels being published or marrying my gal). Here are some people I’ve daydreamed about being friends with:
Elvis Costello: I met him maybe three times and he didn’t notice me at all in any of the occasions. Rick Johnson (of Creem in its prime) once called me like someone you met at your least memorable Lua, so I don’t blame Costello for not noticing me, I blame Costello for his crap last album
John Lennon: I’ve never met him, but how cool to be his go time guy? I once day dreamed about saving his life. Man, am I pathetic.
Marshall Crenshaw: AND HIM I KNEW!!!!
Debbie Harry: I daydreamed about her for a year and then met her at a “Punk” magazine party… but that’s for a meeting your heroes post,
Conor Oberst: The one current guy I would love to interview, of course an interview is not a hang out. For one thing, you have to transcribe the tapes.
Patrick Stickles: I know him as well. I may be just a garden variety stalker!!
David Bowie: Another bloke I met and loathed
Dreaming about: the Everly Brothers for some reason!!!!