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Hi,Imaginary Friend! Tonight I will imagine I'm in Athens listening to you play in that Sex Pistols cover band. :) Yay for you, and yay for me! At least in my dreams I get to travel.
Sometimes I wonder if rock stars get tired of all the glitz and enjoy the occasional gig in a small band or solo, just for the variety of it. Sometimes I also wonder if musicians get tired of their adoring public, if they occasionally think their fans (or at least their groupies) are pretty dumb. I'm sure you do from time to time. But that's the nature of groupies, right?
Thankfully I've never had, nor will I ever have groupies.
Imaginary Friend, do you ever have trouble with Paparazzi? Tell me, Imaginary friend, what was the weirdest encounter you've ever had with a groupie/pap with a camera?
Oh, a funny for you--- I was at the gym today. I'm new there and I accidentally walked into the wrong locker room. And what did I encounter but a man wearing nothing but a look of shock and horror as he stood on the scale by the door. Oops! There was no recovering from that one, so I just kind of said, "Oh!" and backed out as quickly as I could. Yikes!
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Year of haiku, day 3
Time's fading splendor
lies trampled, muddy, rotting
beneath candy wrappers.
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Posted by Pipedreamer on 2009-10-31 23:47:58 | Rating: | Views: 11
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