Little Richard and Me
Eons ago, some friends and I caught Little Richard at the old York Theatre in Montreal before it met with the wrecker's ball. I can't remember much about the actual show, but I'm pretty sure he played Tutti Frutti and the rest of his standards.
After the show let out, we were hanging around the front door of the theatre on Ste. Catherine Street, thinking about packing it in when a huge stretch limo hove into view and parked itself right in front of us. Right on cue, Little Richard himself came out of the theatre towards the open door of the black Lincoln Continental.
"Do you mind giving us a lift?" one of us said just for the hell of it.
"Sure, hop on in" he replied.
We were stunned for a moment since none of us actually needed a ride. But being teenagers it took only a few nanoseconds before images of wild rock'n'roll parties emboldened us to jump on in.
"So where are you kids going?" he enquired. Having not thought it that far ahead, we replied "Wherever you're going".
"Driver, pull over please and let them out", he said, though not with too much rancour, and we got out of the limo.
Some people measure their brushes with fame in terms of time. I measure mine in distance - approximately 75 feet down Ste-Catherine Street.
After the show let out, we were hanging around the front door of the theatre on Ste. Catherine Street, thinking about packing it in when a huge stretch limo hove into view and parked itself right in front of us. Right on cue, Little Richard himself came out of the theatre towards the open door of the black Lincoln Continental.
"Do you mind giving us a lift?" one of us said just for the hell of it.
"Sure, hop on in" he replied.
We were stunned for a moment since none of us actually needed a ride. But being teenagers it took only a few nanoseconds before images of wild rock'n'roll parties emboldened us to jump on in.
"So where are you kids going?" he enquired. Having not thought it that far ahead, we replied "Wherever you're going".
"Driver, pull over please and let them out", he said, though not with too much rancour, and we got out of the limo.
Some people measure their brushes with fame in terms of time. I measure mine in distance - approximately 75 feet down Ste-Catherine Street.
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7 Comments:
Cool!! I am still awaiting my brush with fame.
thats fun! i thought ya'lls answer was great.
little richard was at a funeral i was at ...he gave everyone copies of his book. grrrerhahaha
im glad dylan is gone.
did you see "no country for old men?" i thought it was excellent
merry christmas or whatever. and a happy new year
ha ha hah ahah aha hah aha ha haha hah ah aha ha ha!
too late
we realize that
a better answer to the question, "where are you kids going?" might be, "Los Angeles." ;)
/t.
The man is a giant of rock-and-roll. He and Bill Haley would have made a good couple.
I think they were a couple, if you know what I mean.
Save me some walrus wafers nanuk and Happy X-mas to you!!
Phos: I can arrange for Lindsay Lohan to have a DUI incidental on your front lawn.
She: Thanks. Haven't seen the movie yet (no theatres within 450 miles) but I am a HUGE Coen Bros. fan. "The Big Lebowski" rules.
/t: "Los Angeles" probably would have gotten us a few more feet of asphalt.
gorilla bananas: I'd through Ike Turner into that mix - he wrote "Rocket 88", what many consider to be the first rock 'n' roll song.
Phos - no doubt the guy leaves you guessing, but I think that only adds to his mystique.
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