What the hell is this?

I Can't Stand [Meeting] You is a collection of all the ridiculous things I've written to and about drummer and composer Stewart Copeland.

I actually did meet him for about five crazy seconds in 2007, again for a few exciting moments in August 2009, and my most recent (and most thrilling!) encounter took place in October 2009, where I proved myself capable of being, yet again, a total dork in the man's presence.

I can't believe what I get up to. And neither should you.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Misidentified

Last night was the super-exciting opening of "The Trojan Women" at City Garage Theatre in Santa Monica. Sold out, as usual; it's so much fun to have a full lobby and audience, with people spilling out into the alley.

Patrick came with me, and when I walked over to the theatre at about 10 minutes to 7, he went to get a cup of coffee instead of waiting around in the lobby. When I was walking down the alleyway, I saw the following tableau:

Under one of the few lights in the alley, a tall, distinguished but youthful man on a black bike wearing a suit jacket and dark pants was speaking with two bike cops. You know what "tall, distinguished but youthful" means, don't you? It means, that I, horribly nearsighted and bleary-eyed, for one second, thought it was Stewart Copeland. I gasped, laughed at myself, kept walking, and went into the theatre, where a few of my friends were excitedly discussing... football. I went into the booth and put my purse down, and when I came back out, the man on the bike was standing in the doorway of the theatre. I knew it wasn't Stewart Copeland, but I guess I wished it was so much that again I gasped a little. He left, and I started cracking up.

My friend Paul questioned why I would think he would be riding around Santa Monica on a bike, and of course Paul, the voice of reason, was right, but it would've been fun had it been him, wouldn't it! Technically the passport I gave him can't be used for opening night, and we were sold out, so the only available seat would have been the extra stool in the booth, which isn't exactly the best seat in the house for watching the show (I can't see the whole left [stage right] side of the stage unless I stand up and lean on the wall of the booth)... but that could've been okay, I think.

Hey, Stewart, don't forget you have that passport, okay? It's good for 4 admissions for any Friday or Saturday shows. Sundays are "pay-what-you-can." You can use it once for four people, or four times for you, or twice for you and a guest...

1 comment:

paulinho said...

we were at a party tonight [my son's end of season soccer party], and playing on the tv at the host's house was a dvd of the Police reunion tour from a couple of years ago. i only caught "Voices Inside My Head" before i got recruited to play air hockey with the boys, but Stewart was wicked on the drums. i smiled and thought of you.

and maybe it was just off-screen, but there did not appear to be a bicycle near him.