I went and saw – them and him
I recently traveled to the windy city of Chicago. My sole purpose in going was to see The Strokes. Them playing Lollapalooza was enough of an excuse to go on vacation – and vacationed I did.
I didn’t go to all three days of Lollapalooza though, I only went to Friday. Like I said, all I cared about was The Strokes. Their performance was nothing less than spectacular. Their sound was immaculate and spot on. It’s like your listening to one of their albums but only cooler. I lost my voice from screaming along to every song. It was euphoric, it’s what I’ve been waiting for, it was The Strokes. I was a little bummed they came out late and left early, then I realized that’s what cool mofos do: fashionably late, early departure. The Strokes are the modern epitome of rock n roll.
Still reeling from the previous night’s performance, Saturday morning nearly put me into a coma. As I was walking on East Wacker Place, guess who strolls out of the Hard Rock Hotel? The man, the myth, the legend – none other than Julian Casablancas. He stepped out maybe ten feet in front of me. I didn’t a quick double check – leather jacket, tight pants, mop like hair. Yep. It’s him! I nudge my girlfriend – according to her it was much more of a hard smack – and say, “Look who that is.” We both giddily approached him and say hello. We shook his hand and told him how much we loved the show the previous night. Still in somewhat of a daze, we walked away.
Walking and talking, I think to myself, “Wait, we should totally get a picture.” We rushed back to the street corner where Julian was trying to look busy by reading a Chicago Tribune and politely asked if he minded if we could took picture with him.
“Sure,” he said, sounding as cool as possible.
Needless to say, this was the highlight of my vacation. Not only did I get to see The Strokes play their first show in the United States in four years, but I also got to meet Julian Casablancas. WIN!
Be Rad. Enjoy.