||[Mar. 9th, 2006|04:47 am]
Supreme Master Chief Road WarriorPoet Taffin, M.D.
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Remember that Seinfeld episode where Jerry lost a twenty dollar bill, then found another one? After several other similar incidents of losing one thing and then gaining an equivalent, he declared himself "Even Steven." Well, remember how last post I talked about getting a wristband that would let me meet my favorite band, Bad Religion, then go to a screening of their new live DVD? Well, after staying up all night and all day, I took a short nap right before I had to leave for the meet and greet. I'm sure you can guess when I woke up- about two and half hours too late. I thought it was only the latest symptom of what I fear to be the return of my Don't Give A Fuck attitude. The attitude that, in my estimation, was partially responsible for me reaching 240lbs and a deep, isolating depression in 2004.
Yet another symptom when I arrived at the free concert Neko Case was giving at Amoeba Records to celebrate the release of her new CD. I told Rich it was important to show up early for these things. So I got there about 5 minutes before it was supposed to start. The place was packed, but I did my usual of sneaking up as far as I could and then getting in on the edge. Ususally this results in my being right up against one of the side speakers at a normal venue (the reason I am functionally deaf for conversations in loud areas). This time I was just up against a rack of records and convincing employees that it was totally cool for me to be there despite fire regulations. Neko went on and played a painfully short 30 minute set. She was still great and you should see her if you get a chance (she's on Jay Leno Thursday March 8th). Animal lovers may be heartened to know she brought her dog Lloyd with her on stage. She signed her CD afterwards and I went to buy one while Rich held my spot in line. While the checkout girl was commenting on my name, I saw a familiar looking guy walk in. I took a better look at him and sure enough, it was Mr. Brett, guitarist and writer of about half of Bad Religion's songs (and all of their hits). I dropped all my stuff and told the clerk to "hold on," and went over and professed my love in the straightest way possible. I managed not to be a total stalker, but I wasn't as cool as I would have liked. I got a picture with him, but not an autograph (for some reason I have no interest in them now). Afterwards, I got back in line and had Neko sign my CD. We got hustled through the line and I got to spend more time with a punk legend than her. No photos were allowed with Neko in order to keep the line moving.
Brett sure looks thrilled to meet me, but he was very cool. As you can see, pretty tall as well. And even though he looks more like someone's dad than a punk these days, I must say he looked pretty fuckin' good for a guy who has done as much drugs and lived as hard as he has. If only the camera were as kind to me.