DoubleA_Ron

Played a show at the Whisky in Hollywood.  After our set as I was tearing down my gear, dude I had noticed watching towards the front of stage came up to me and told me he really dug my bass playing.  Introduced himself as Ryan. I shook his hand and said “Right on, cool, thanks man!” and finished packing up (they run things very tight and really rush bands to get off stage).

It wasn’t until the ride back to San Diego that it dawned on me that the guy was Ryan Martinie, one of my fucking music idols.  The reason I didn’t recognize him is because back then his band (Mudvayne) performed in costume / face paint, so I only had a very vague idea of what he actually looked like.

More mundane because of who the “celebrity” was than the actual encounter itself, I suppose.  Verne Troyer was there that night too.

I always made sure to bring a portable cable tester to gigs.  Saved my ass (and those of multiple bandmates) more than once.

Relistening to the BM TV Chernobyl podcasts and damn... eery similarities to what we’re going through today.  The conversations feel almost prescient.

Doctor_Nick said:

Yeah, after listening to Serial and watching Making a Murderer, my belief in journalism was really shaken.  And those are people with access to all kinds of evidence, documents, people and time.  What are the journalists who are on a deadline doing?

Yup.  It’s not about being right, it’s about being first.