Don't know why no one called me or Corbin or Vetty
VH1 had this show reminicing the greatest generation, metal-heads that were in high school in the 80s.
Mike Piazza was one of their celebrity guests. You know he still listens to AC/DC to warm up. Lots of Iron Maiden, lots of Metallica. As it should be.
Of course, this reminds me of a story that requires me to name drop. Don't trip. A few years ago when my friend Collette was working in a gallery that unfortunately doesn't exist anymore, she represented Anton Corbijn. Anton had a show up that included a photograph of Lars Ulrich.
She was so excited to get me off the phone one afternoon because Lars was coming by the gallery. I called her the next day because I was almost as excited as she was. How'd it go? She was completely disappointed. She was expecting this heavy duty metal guy, Mr. For Whom the Bell Tolls, and instead she met Ward Cleaver. There he was in khakis, pushing a baby stoller, accompanied by his wife. I reminded her that For Whom the Bell Tolls was almost 15 years old at that time, which kinda put her into shock. You know, the shock that you get when your favorite songs from high school are starting to be called classic and on their way to being considered oldies?
Mike Piazza was one of their celebrity guests. You know he still listens to AC/DC to warm up. Lots of Iron Maiden, lots of Metallica. As it should be.
Of course, this reminds me of a story that requires me to name drop. Don't trip. A few years ago when my friend Collette was working in a gallery that unfortunately doesn't exist anymore, she represented Anton Corbijn. Anton had a show up that included a photograph of Lars Ulrich.
She was so excited to get me off the phone one afternoon because Lars was coming by the gallery. I called her the next day because I was almost as excited as she was. How'd it go? She was completely disappointed. She was expecting this heavy duty metal guy, Mr. For Whom the Bell Tolls, and instead she met Ward Cleaver. There he was in khakis, pushing a baby stoller, accompanied by his wife. I reminded her that For Whom the Bell Tolls was almost 15 years old at that time, which kinda put her into shock. You know, the shock that you get when your favorite songs from high school are starting to be called classic and on their way to being considered oldies?
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