The last time I saw purploony
Kicking Ass for the Lord with her band-mates. She was ripping through a wicked +/- cover, I believe.
(Details sketchy—it was quite a while back. Absolutely rocked, though.)
Kicking Ass for the Lord with her band-mates. She was ripping through a wicked +/- cover, I believe.
(Details sketchy—it was quite a while back. Absolutely rocked, though.)
She has the most awesome taste in books and film. She appears to have the same kind of critical appreciation for teen culture that I do.
Summer, 1993. Kensington High Street, London. What is it with me, and unexpected encounters with classic rock icons? Ran into him by total chance. He was buying flowers from a little Aremenian grocer. He was in a hurry, and refused a photograph. But he shook my hand, thanked me for the support, and rushed off. (Apparently, he lives in the neighborhood.)
June, 1997. Hong Kong. Weeks before the hand-over of sovereignty from Britain to China. He was backstage at concert/rave where my friend’s band, Kid Zero, played. He was apparently a business associate of one of the organizers—he was interested in buying property or real estate in Mainland China.
Plant was friendly and accomodating, but not particularly warm. He was a lot more reserved and mellow than I expected him to be, though.
January, 1996. Hong Kong. Nothing particularly signifcant. I waited outside a Chinese restaurant, near the hotel where the bands from the Alternative Nation tour were staying. We didn’t get to have any extensive conversation, because he was in a rush, but he stopped for a picture and signed my copy of Daydream Nation, so that was cool.
(This is also how I met King Ad-Rock and Mike D.)