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Writer's Block: Brush with "stardom"
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The first "celebrity" I've ever met was Count Scary from Detroit TV. He hosted the Creature From the Black Lagoon on local TV. You were supposed to buy 3D glasses for it and the proceeds went toward fixing the crashed train at the Detroit Zoo. He was cool when I was like, 9. I met him at some Halloween Hayride event at a pumpkin patch.
When I started working in professional theater. I met comedian Heywood Banks. He is hilarious on TV, and friendly and personable in real life. Later, I met Davy Jones of The Monkees. I had always been a fan of The Monkees, but Davy was my least favorite. This became even more true when he showed up drunk for performances. I mean, seriously.
Between college and ACORN, I met some local celebs like Rosa Parks, and Detroit's only non-crooked Mayor in the last 20 years, Dennis Archer (I also worked on his campaign). I also met Gil Hill who, in addition to being a Detroit figurehead, was Axel Foley's boss in the Beverly Hills Cop movies--because he was the Pief of Cholice when the first one was made.
During my clubbing days, I met Kid Rock and Joe C at the Blind Pig. The former was not yet famous and the latter was still alive. I also briefly met Wesley Willis.
And of course, most recently, I met Voltaire. He's not actually "famous" because I keep having to explain to people who he is. But he's way far talented and was quite sweet in person--although a lot of that is uber-marketing. Last I heard, he didn't even have an agent. That saddens me, because he can do way more stuff than me. I gave him a copy of my first book when I met him at the Vampire Ball. He was reluctant to take it--I imagine he has crazy people giving him stuff all the time. But he did take it, and I never heard back. So much for my fantasy where he finds me extremely talented and wants me to collaborate on something. *sigh* My intellectual vanity will be the death of me.
The first "celebrity" I've ever met was Count Scary from Detroit TV. He hosted the Creature From the Black Lagoon on local TV. You were supposed to buy 3D glasses for it and the proceeds went toward fixing the crashed train at the Detroit Zoo. He was cool when I was like, 9. I met him at some Halloween Hayride event at a pumpkin patch.
When I started working in professional theater. I met comedian Heywood Banks. He is hilarious on TV, and friendly and personable in real life. Later, I met Davy Jones of The Monkees. I had always been a fan of The Monkees, but Davy was my least favorite. This became even more true when he showed up drunk for performances. I mean, seriously.
Between college and ACORN, I met some local celebs like Rosa Parks, and Detroit's only non-crooked Mayor in the last 20 years, Dennis Archer (I also worked on his campaign). I also met Gil Hill who, in addition to being a Detroit figurehead, was Axel Foley's boss in the Beverly Hills Cop movies--because he was the Pief of Cholice when the first one was made.
During my clubbing days, I met Kid Rock and Joe C at the Blind Pig. The former was not yet famous and the latter was still alive. I also briefly met Wesley Willis.
And of course, most recently, I met Voltaire. He's not actually "famous" because I keep having to explain to people who he is. But he's way far talented and was quite sweet in person--although a lot of that is uber-marketing. Last I heard, he didn't even have an agent. That saddens me, because he can do way more stuff than me. I gave him a copy of my first book when I met him at the Vampire Ball. He was reluctant to take it--I imagine he has crazy people giving him stuff all the time. But he did take it, and I never heard back. So much for my fantasy where he finds me extremely talented and wants me to collaborate on something. *sigh* My intellectual vanity will be the death of me.
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what was he like?
Detroit's only non-crooked Mayor in the last 20 years, Dennis Archer
ohhh hahahaha sooo true.
i had high hopes for kwame for so long.
he coulda been a good guy & a great mayor.
we live directly across the street from what we call KWAME ACRES.
a giant empty dirt lot that used to be a big beautiful forest.
kwame had it all torn out (despite MAJOR protests) with the
intention of building 12 MCMANSIONS, each on 1 acre of land
& his, closest to the water, on 3 or 4 acres.
after he got shitcanned, all work stopped & now it
just sits: a big sad eyesore that does nothing but
blow dirt into all the houses across the street &
collect garbage.
last summer, there were a few pheasants nesting in there
but then a pickup truck w/3 scary bubba redneck dudes
came around one day & we think they might have shot them.
every once in a while we will see a dumptruck go in &
move a little dirt from one place to another but thats it.
i threw a bunch of handfuls of wildflower seeds over
the fence & hoped theyd take but nothings come up yet.
maybe this summer?
*fingers x'd*
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I was on a touch of acid when I met Wesley, so to me, he was what I believe is called a "crazy ass angel." Fitting, as he did not live much longer after I met him. Crazy has a pretty high mortality rate.
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thats INTENSE!
i think he died of leukemia btw.
i dont know if yr into outsider music documentaries
but if you are, i HIGHLY recommend the one
about roky erickson (youre gonna miss me).
it was so touching & his music is just amazing.
i think youd rly dig it!
:)
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Come to think of it, I tripped the night I met Wesley AND the night I met Kid Rock.
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Ooooh, dat's scaaaary...
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