| I met Chan Marshall before a show she played in San Luis Obispo, CA in 2003. She'd been walking around the parking lot, crying of course, asking the groovy hipster kids for a cigarette to no avail. I don't know if they didn't recognize her or what, but fortunately my friend did, and we followed her out to her van and gave her a cigarette. She was crying pretty heavily, and we pretty much told her anyway how excited we were to see the show, and how much her music meant to us, and she was like, "Oh my God...*blubber blubber*....thank you for coming! I'm sorry.....I can't talk right now. *blubber blubber*....Thanks for coming...." That was pretty much it. I had taken a lot of Xanax, but I still remember it clearly. Very surreal. And it turned out to be a great show.
And I smoked a bowl once with the guy from the Gossip while I was living in Portland, but I don't really like them, so.....doesn't count.... |