Blarg! After having close to nothing to write about in the last two months, I finally have quite a few things to share. I've gotten my hair trimmed a few times and I finally got a mouth guard for grinding my teeth at night because I'm so "stressed out". But, I haven't had the motivation to make haircuts and mouth guards interesting or funny. Bruxism is a seriously problem, people. It's like Marxism but with less communism and more... teeth. But just as destructive!
I'm not here to talk about my night anger, though. I'm here to talk about my random "celebrity" sighting in Chicago this weekend!
Friday night I went to a concert. I saw Mike Nesmith. Most people know him from the Monkees but he has a lot more to offer than some "Daydream Believer" crap. He "invented" MTV which is either a wonderful blessing to us all or a terrible Pandora's Box of voyeuristic garbage he opened up in the early 80's.
I get a fair amount of flack for loving Mike Nesmith so much. People don't give him enough credit, though. He was by FAR the coolest Monkee. He wins the sideburn contest hands down. He also has a great Facebook page where he posts the most charming statuses about his dog, Dale. Talent-wise, the dude has some serious songwriting abilities. If you're into storytelling, (you're reading a blog, of course you are) you'll love him. Check out his First National Band stuff. Slide guitars and Moog synthesizers? Chyeah!
I saw him at the Fitzgerald on Friday night. He doesn't quite look the same as he used to...
He also doesn't play quite the same as he used to either. Everything was way slowed down. Then again, he's 70 years old. What do I expect? He's not gonna rock like he used to... while in the Monkees... Either way, it was a decent concert. Not super memorable but I'm glad I went. I've loved the Nez since high school. I even drew a few pictures of him as "Nez dispensers" and sent them to him. I never got a response.
CUT TO CHICAGO!
So we get there on Saturday, mid-afternoon and I'm all excited because Chicago is THE place to be for improv. The Second City, ImprovOlympic, Annoyance Theater - these are all theaters and programs people like Chris Farley, Tina Fey, and Mike Myers went through. The city is saturated in comedy history. I kept thinking to myself, "John Belushi may have vomited right where I'm standing!" You never know.
As we're walking around, I see this older guy walking in our direction. He looks vaguely familiar. Kind of like... Mike Nesmith. But I thought to myself, "nowai, that couldn't be... could it?" But it WAS. Before I knew it, I was all school girly with an "OMG, Michael Nesmith?!" He smiled all coy-like and nodded and I told him I saw his show in Minneapolis the night before and that it was great and it's so cool to meet him. I really don't remember that much about the encounter. It was a blur. I'm glad I didn't ask for an autograph or a photo. I feel like that would've been weird for him. His daughter was with him, she was very nice. I shook his hand. Firm grip, soft palm. Best part? He was wearing a wool hat. BOOM. Mike Nesmith.
How many 27 year old hot (debatable) chicks swarm him on the street these days? At least one so far this year. Me. You're welcome, Mr. Nesmith. But seriously, what are the chances of me seeing him on the street in Chicago the day after seeing him in Minneapolis? Chicago's ginormous, not to mention 400 miles away from the Twin Cities. I still haven't washed my hand or my eyeballs. Ah, memories.
This is the first of a series of blogs about our trip to Chicago. I also have one in the works about meeting Pauly Shore. Stay tuned!
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