October 29, 1998

The band I'm in was playing accompaniment to the silent film "Nosferatu" at the Alamo Draft House. I had warmed up and was out in the lobby having a smoke when you-know-who came heaving his way up the stairs. Harry climbing stairs is really a tragic sight that sets back the progress of computer nerds by years. He was with a really big posse including this aging deadhead-biker looking guy who I guess was his dad, and this moussed-up Sears-catalog-model dude. After we were done rocking the movie, I went up and talked to him for a little while. He said we were "awesome." He didn't smell like everybody always says he does.
Easy E