Namedropping (Part One)

This is the first in a series of namedropping posts. I was looking for a photo of myself from this night, but it seems to be buried a little too deeply. I thought I better start posting anyway, before they go stale.

Tony Bennett Called Me Baby

My first job out of college was in-house artist for a small record store chain — the pay wasn’t much, but the perks were great. I had my own studio, a monthly CD stipend, and lots of free shows. A few of the bands I saw were: The Byrds, Ice-T, Public Enemy, Arrested Development, Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy, Henry Rollins, Austin Lounge Lizards, Cowboy Junkies, Michelle Shocked, Phranc — anyone else love Phranc?

One night, after a Tony Bennett dinner show, I got to meet the guy that Sinatra called, "the best singer in the business." Knowing this meet-up might happen, I had fancied myself up with a new dress, lipstick, and an updo. Believe me, I usually don’t dress up for people — but, that night, I figured Tony would appreciate it if I left the thrifted, over-sized manpants at home. We were introduced, he touched my arm, said some words — nothing too memorable. I must have left my feminist heart in San Francisco that night, though, because I *do* remember liking that Tony B. called me Baby.