Starfucking, part deux

If you read Katy's blog you'll have already heard this story, but I figured I needed to brag about it on my own too, just for the sake of self-respect.

So Katy calls me up and wants me to come out and meet her and Josh and a few friends, and since I'd already reserved Friday night for being lame, I went out to meet her and her entourage at a little bar called One2One or something like that.... Kind of place nobody ever really goes when its not SXSW as far as I can tell. I've never walked by there and seen more than two or three couples in there normally.

Anyway, I got there just as one chap was finishing up a set that sounded a little like James Speer's stuff, and then this girl gets up there and after a few minutes piddling around starts
belting out some tunes while playing the keyboard. She had a really impressive voice, and the band backing her wasn't too bad either. Then she introduces some special guest by name, but I didn't catch it--just as well since out of the corner near the entrance and hidden by a wall
of friends there was this chap who looked really familiar, but nahhh, surely that's not.... Fuck me running it IS! John freakin Popper, harmonica virtuoso. Katy and I just kind of looked at each other sort of amazed and dumbfounded and with an expression I'm sure would count as "drooling" in any language.

I wasn't positive it was him until he turned around (he had his back to us for most of the set) and I got a good look at him, and damn if it wasn't! Katy went and fawned over him for a few minutes, then I started talking to this guy about another band we'd both seen, She Wants Revenge, when Popper walks up behind me and some girl stops him to take a picture right next
to me... So for 15 seconds I was standing shoulder to shoulder with greatness--awesome :)

Then, and I'm not 100% about this one because I don't know what he looks like, but I'm pretty sure Gary Jules came up and did his cover of Mad World from the Donnie Darko soundtrack. I know he was in town for SXSW so its not outside the realm of possibility.

And at the She Wants Revenge show I'm fairly certain that Napoleon Dynamite stepped on my foot.

And of course my camera batteries are dead this entire time so I couldn't even take pictures.

(Oh, and I met Kinky Friedman friday night too! All around a good weekend for us starfuckers.)