You know you’re a sad rock icon when… you have to start paying people to be groupies. Sorry Mick.
You know you’re really sad when… you read a weblog that freakishly reminds you of yourself. I’m gonna fucking cry, it’s so frightening. It’s like the older version of me… but the one that actually SAW THE WHITE STIPES SHOW AT PIER 54 INSTEAD OF SITTING AT HOME BECAUSE SHE WAS TOO LAZY TO GET HER ASS OUT TO SEE IT.
I guess I should mention there was a reunion yesterday for lunch at Cafe Gigi. The gang was there. Cole wore a Strokes tshirt. Word.
And I don’t think I quite get a real definite meaning from this story… but it’s bad to be a groupie.