It’s been suggested that I increase my social media footprint so as to amass legions and legions of followers who will bode well for the potential publication of this book. Ergo (yes I did), if we run in the same circles on Twitter and Snapchat and Friendster and Grindr and What’s App, you may find me repeating myself. Find me repeating myself.
Last night I had dinner with good friends who live down here. When we made this plan a couple weeks ago, they mentioned that friends were playing at One Eyed Jacks. It came up a couple more times with no more specificity. I was on the fence about going out after dinner and they added that, oh yeah, their friends are Eagles of Death Metal.
Talk about burying the lead.
As you probably know, Eagles of Death Metal are the band that was playing the Bataclan in Paris during the horrendous events of last November 13. I was not at all familiar with the band or their music, but of course I knew of them, and of course I felt some kind of self-indulgent kinship toward them because of the whole Paris thing. And the whole human thing. I didn’t know that they had ties to New Orleans, too, but there you go.
Eagles of Death Metal and I have so much in common.
So we went to the show after dinner and we were on the list and we got to hang out upstairs and visit with my friends’ friend – the handsome fellow 0n the left – and the show was excellent.
It had never occurred to me that I might see them someday, and I’m grateful that the fates allowed me to.
Today I got a friends and family discount because I recognized the woman at the shop from the show last night
Eagles of Death Metal basically bought me a lipstick.
More music tonight, more book tomorrow.
Laissez les bons temps, etcetera.