I forgot to tell you all about my brush (literally) with fame the other night at the Beacon Theater. Between the Flaming Lips and Beck set, as we were all leaving the auditorium, David Cross brushed up against my arm. David Cross! Mr. Show himself! Oh boy! What reminded me was a link at Maud’s site to an interview with Mr. Cross. Any interview that begins, “Nah, I don’t give a shit” is worth reading for me.
Also of note: I am eating Cocoa Puffs for dinner.
Fran, may I touch the hem of your garment?! I’m only kind of kidding…
hi fran
i saw him too
online for the bathroom
some Chuberino of an indy kid was like “david!!!!!!”
like his line:
“come on man, yer shittin’ in my mouth and calling it a sunday”
and that astudio scene is all too real-
hope you have fun wit ‘da max and chad tunight
cin cin
xx
d
jesus this had made me think
if i rubed up against him
and you rubed up against
did we rub??????
maybe you were that “chuberino of an indy kid”
holy shit!!!!!!
nah just kiddin’
just a ref. to yer pudge-o postin
imagine
mashed p’s
on eart’
I love you two. And I don’t mean too. I mean two. Mwah!