Many moons ago, long before I dreamed of seeking fame and fortune as a self-published author, back when I was of that peculiar age when young men choose to live in smelly apartments with other young and smelly men, I had as a roommate the incredible and talented drummer of Charlie’s on Acid.
Rusty was a lovely chap with the long hair and authentic facial hair you’d expect of a rock and roll artist, and he was quite beloved for being considerably less messy than my brother and I. But what made Rusty a legend in my eyes (aside from the groupies) was his minor role in a feature film. Charlie’s on Acid, you see, was the band chosen to play Brandon Lee’s backup in The Crow. When they show band posters in the film featuring Brandon as the lead singer, those are my friends Sean, Rusty, Eric, and Toby in the background trying to look suitably boss.
My brother and I went to see the film with the guys right after it opened, and it was surreal to sit that close to honest-to-goodness celebrities. I wanted to stand up in the middle of the scene where they were featured (I very nearly did) and shout to the marginally packed audience, “Hey! That’s these guys right here!”
I was, and remain to this day, a fan of my friend. I wondered what that felt like for him, sitting there, seeing himself on that big screen if even for a flash. I went to a ton of Charlie’s on Acid concerts, rode in the van, wore out their cassettes, and told all my friends about them. This wasn’t just an indie band, it was one I had a connection with. A band I wanted, more than life itself, to see succeed.
Fast forward fifteen years (yikes!) to my wife and I sitting in another crowded theater. Yes, I had finally found a woman who would take me in and clean me up. One who would, if you can suspend disbelief for a moment, attend the midnight premier of The Avengers with me (in 3D and on a work night!).
Ridley Scott. One of the few directors whose name alone can sell tickets. A legend in his own time. And now he’s negotiating for the rights to my self-published book
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