Last time I went to see Julian Casablancas earlier this year, I was killing time on Facebook and decided to shout out one of my oldest friends Richard Fantina, only to discover he had died the previous October.
So I did what any real man would do: I got drunk out of my mind and staggered into Terminal 5 five minutes before Casablancas was to hit the stage.
Suffice to say the subsequent review was not my finest moment by a long shot.
I don’t think I liked him very much but my most lucid memories of the night were a mix of puke and rum.
So on March 24th I am going to return to the sin of the crime -well, actually Irving Plaza -a much friendlier room than the dreadful Terminal 5, for another attempt at giving Julian a fair review.
Incidently, the very next day I will be going free and easy to Joe’s Pub to see Dierks Bently…
I promise not to go on line before either show, I can’t afford to lose any more friends.