Jet Lag, Brit Dudes Wobbly Cane, and an Excessive Cell Phone Bill.
That one time I was walking the midway between the primavera festival and my hotel and I ran into Jarvis Cocker.
We were chatting about life, age, and the effects of the stage on the body when this girl came up to us. I figured she wanted an autograph so I got my pen out, ready to bestow my name onto her notebook.
She asked for a lighter.
I threatened to crash Jarvis’ jacuzzi after that.
The next night, I ditched his set to go watch Fucked Up, and he yelled “the fuck are you going?” at me from the stage.
