Speaking of "spicing it up" (Dan, you jackass!), how about this for random: Took the wife and child up to midtown this afternoon to run some errands and to show off the offspring to my office-mates (mercifully, Charlotte did not throw a major wobbly when meeting the managing editor). Afterwards, whilst sauntering back downtown in the sweltering Summer heat, we decided to pop into Brooks Brothers for two reasons: (a) Peg has a long-dormant gift certificate she was keen to unload and (b) Brooks Brothers is air-conditioned. So, they we are in the veritable Kaaba of Uber-Preppiedom, when Peg says, "ooh, check out the gent in the cowboy hat." While I was expecting to see some self-satisfied bajillionaire gettin' his Wyatt Earp on whilst paying way too handsomely for a pink tie, who does the buckaroo in question turn out to be but the one and only Michael Gira.
For those of you who don't know, Michael Gira is the lead singer/strategist of legendary New York City noise rock ensemble, SWANS (if the name still doesn't ring a bell, remind me to hum a few bars of "Raping a Slave" or "Mother, My Body Disgusts Me" for you next time we see each other). In fact, here's a pic of the great man, albeit one that dates back several years. Avert your eyes, Mom.
As surprised to see him in Brooks Brothers as he was as probably surprised to be recognized in Brooks Brothers, I introduced myself and told him I was a fan, and he couldn't have been nicer and more pleasant.
As they say, "go figure."
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