A few years ago, my friend was helping out with a local music function of some sort. She was supposed to be picking up Lord Jamar (Brand Nubian, Oz) from our teeny, tiny little local airport, but she got stuck in traffic on the way. Since I lived closer, she asked me to go instead: Hell yeah, I'm on it!! I was on FULL Hip Hop geek mode.
Now this was several years after the last time Brand Nubian had produced anything major, but that didn't even matter to me. I was amped. I was on it! I was coming to the rescue! Only thing I missing was my cape. So I jump in the car, head to the airport. Meanwhile, she calls Lord Jamar and tells him that her friend is going to meet him at the airport- just look for the girl with the afro (there's not many of us around here).
When I arrived at the airport, I found him right away. Though I do tend to get really giddy about famous people, Hip Hop figures in particular, I'm also really shy, like way too shy to scream and squeal or even go "Heyyyy, aren't you so-and-so?" I get star-struck, but only on the inside.
Perhaps I came across as unimpressed by Lord Jamar's celebrity when I introduced myself. He was even less impressed with me: "I thought you were supposed to have an afro". Wow. For the record, my hair was in twists that day, but still: wow. Dude was not friendly, and I'm pretty sure he thought I had NO idea who he was. There we remained in painfully awkward near-silence for about five minutes until my friend arrived. It was awesome.
I never did tell him that I liked his music, but I should have thanked him for giving me a story to tell. And so my brushes with minor celebrities began. More to come.
Monday, December 19, 2011
My Blog, Take 2
So I attempted a blog before, but it didn't work out. I just wasn't feeling it, so this is attempt number two. It'll be a little more personal, a little less political- just some funny stories, musings if you care to read them. So, here goes Take #2.
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