Neighborhood Celebrity Sighting (Hi, Blerg!)
We are missing Mark Aaron James' house concert tonight, because I came home wiped, and needed to rest. But we went to dinner in the neighborhood, and then stopped for a drink at Barbes, our local friendly bar. . .
We talked with Jeff, our friendly music-geek bartender, and Olivier (one of the owners, a music geek himself, as well as musician); and as we talked, a few more people came in. At one point, I glanced at the cluster of five or six people at the south end of the bar, did a quiet double-take, then asked Soren, "The guy at the end of the bar -- is that John Wesley Harding?"
He did a discreet glance, and said, "I think so," then mentioned it to Jeff, who went down to that end of the bar, and confirmed it, explained that we had sussed him out -- we nodded and smiled when Harding glanced our way, but stayed where we were -- then Jeff answered JWH's questions about how long the bar had been there, and told him that musicians owned it.
One of the guys in JWH's group had picked up some books, including one which -- if I read it correctly -- was entitled Mott the Hoople. I have to admit that I was tempted to join them to do book geeking, much more so than I was to go and chat about JWH's music; I wanted to know what the rest of the second-hand books in the bag were.
An odd and pleasant surprise.
We talked with Jeff, our friendly music-geek bartender, and Olivier (one of the owners, a music geek himself, as well as musician); and as we talked, a few more people came in. At one point, I glanced at the cluster of five or six people at the south end of the bar, did a quiet double-take, then asked Soren, "The guy at the end of the bar -- is that John Wesley Harding?"
He did a discreet glance, and said, "I think so," then mentioned it to Jeff, who went down to that end of the bar, and confirmed it, explained that we had sussed him out -- we nodded and smiled when Harding glanced our way, but stayed where we were -- then Jeff answered JWH's questions about how long the bar had been there, and told him that musicians owned it.
One of the guys in JWH's group had picked up some books, including one which -- if I read it correctly -- was entitled Mott the Hoople. I have to admit that I was tempted to join them to do book geeking, much more so than I was to go and chat about JWH's music; I wanted to know what the rest of the second-hand books in the bag were.
An odd and pleasant surprise.