We went out for lunch this Sunday afternoon. Lewisporte is not large, so one of the only "sit-down" restaurants is inside a hotel named Brittney Inns. As my family, which is a bit of a motley crew at the best of times, went inside, a nice young man opened the door for us.
Right at that moment, my 3 year old daughter decided to spontaneously spazz out. No way could we get her to go inside. She wanted to stay outside and the whole place was going to know it. I looked up and apologized to the dude holding the door. Turns out the dude holding the door is Rex Goudie.
I'm not necessarily a big fan, but here in Newfoundland Rex is like Elvis. Young girls usually cry with glee in front of him. They don't usually tantrum.
Hmmm...reminds me of the time about three years ago when my son had a tantrum in the Toronto Airport...right in front of the Barenaked Ladies. (The band, not actual barenaked ladies).
Famous people bring out the worst in us. You can check out the time I tripped Larry Norman here. Or when I grunted at Leeland Mooring here.
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Monday, July 27, 2009
Monday, October 13, 2008
YC 2008
I'm sorry that the Saturday Song Story didn't happen this week. Michelle and I spent the whole weekend in Gander at YC 2008 with our youth group. And how's this for a big honor...I got to open for Leeland!
Someone asked me if I got to meet them. The closest that I got to actually meeting anyone famous was when I went on stage for my soundcheck. Leeland spent about 45 minutes of the hour slot doing their soundcheck, which was alright with me, because when it's just me and a guitar I only need 5 minutes. The lead singer was on stage talking with a sound guy, and he came up form behind and told me he was sorry for taking so long. I thought it was someone from the tech crew so I said something that was little more than a grunt...something to the effect of "No worries." I then turned around and realized who I had grunted at. Some artists get pictures with the bands that they open for. Not me...I grunt at them.
Later, to one of the tech crew, I jokingly pretended to be excited that my guitar was on Leeland's guitar stand. I don't think he knew I was joking, because He looked at me blankly and said..."It's a rental."
Anyway, we had a good weekend. I got to catch up with some old friends and meet some new ones.
Here's some pictures from the weekend. The first one is a great shot of my baldspot :)
Someone asked me if I got to meet them. The closest that I got to actually meeting anyone famous was when I went on stage for my soundcheck. Leeland spent about 45 minutes of the hour slot doing their soundcheck, which was alright with me, because when it's just me and a guitar I only need 5 minutes. The lead singer was on stage talking with a sound guy, and he came up form behind and told me he was sorry for taking so long. I thought it was someone from the tech crew so I said something that was little more than a grunt...something to the effect of "No worries." I then turned around and realized who I had grunted at. Some artists get pictures with the bands that they open for. Not me...I grunt at them.
Later, to one of the tech crew, I jokingly pretended to be excited that my guitar was on Leeland's guitar stand. I don't think he knew I was joking, because He looked at me blankly and said..."It's a rental."
Anyway, we had a good weekend. I got to catch up with some old friends and meet some new ones.
Here's some pictures from the weekend. The first one is a great shot of my baldspot :)
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