WHO WOULDN’T WANNA BE ME
Sunday night, I watched the ACM awards. Everybody played live, there were tons of guitars. If you want rock and roll, dial in a country station, it’s absent from the Top Forty outlets.
And about two-thirds of the way through, the man married to the movie star stood in front of the stage with his three supporting axemen and played his radio track. It was this man I ran into on the stairs backstage at the Roxy.
I had no urge to speak with Nicole. And I usually don’t speak to rock stars if I’m not introduced. But impulse took over. I was a friend of his manager Gary, I was the one who’d written that piece. I got the blank stare of a celebrity who’d met too many fans. Not wanting to be rude, but put out. So I explained a tiny bit more…and Keith Urban’s eyes lit up! He pointed at me. YOU’RE THE GUY! GOOD TO PUT A FACE WITH THE NAME! We were now old buddies.
This is why I write...to possibly connect and have an artist read something I write and say "He got it!". Lefsetz polarizes people as he isn't afraid to pull punches and call out managers, artists and promoters. Say what you want, but you can never blame him for not being honest.Go here and read more if you want to know who came out with Bryan Adams to jam.
I was so inspired by what I read, I wrote Lefsetz personally...I'll republish it below:


1 comments:
crack is wack. lay off the pipe.
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