Starstruck



I don't usually get starstruck. I don't care what you've done, where you've been or who you are, we have the same bodily functions and that makes us equals. But in this case I'm letting it happen.

Tonight we play at Orchestra Hall in Minneapolis and our special guest will be Doc Severinsen!! We're talking a musical legend here! Before the tonight show he played with Charlie Barnet, the Dorseys and others. While musical director for Johnny Carson's Tonight Show he backed up probably every musical artist I admire: Stevie Wonder, Carole King, B.B. King, Ella Fitzgerald... the list goes on and on. And on!

I want to have my picture taken with him and I want to place a copy on my mother's grave. She would be so proud!

I'm thrilled and I can't wait!



Comments

Mike Sawin said…
Tres cool! I hope you the photo.
July 12, 2008 at 8:41 AM
Muggsy said…
He never showed. :(

I guess when you're an 81 year old musical legend you don't have to play with anyone you don't want to.

How sad.
July 12, 2008 at 1:16 PM
Mike Sawin said…
Remember this day when YOU'RE a musical legend, Muggsy. I'm sorry he didn't show. Hope the gig went well any way.
July 12, 2008 at 2:56 PM
Jen said…
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July 14, 2008 at 8:09 AM
Cari said…
You were just late. I got to meet him :P And he blessed (or cursed, not sure) the baby!
July 23, 2008 at 1:34 PM
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