Saturday, September 09, 2006
From My Later, Funnier Blog
Here's an excerpt from it. I was talking about the time I met What's-His-Face:
...I met Paul McCartney in the most unbelieveable way imaginable. What are the odds that someone who listens to almost nothing but Beatles music would be handed a postcard at work which said "Help launch PAUL MCCARTNEY PAINTINGS, the new book from Chronicle Books. 4:00 P. M., Such-and-such a date, such-and-such-a-place. Meet the artist. RSVP." I was working at an independent book store on Long Island in the summer of 2000, when my boss handed me that card, saying, "I didn't know there was a book of Paul McCartney's paintings coming out." She handed me the card and I looked at it. Then I noticed that it said "Meet the artist." We RSVP'd, and, about two weeks later, I heard that I was going to meet Paul. The event was at a little gallery/bar in Manhattan in October. It was an extremely low-key event. There were about five people standing outside the bar when I got there. They were all booksellers. Most book store people I knew simply threw out the card, not realizing it was an offer to meet Paul McCartney. They thought it was just promoting a book party. I met some high rollers of the publishing world at the party (including one of the owners of the really quite humongous entity for which I began working five years later.) Anyway, I got to talk to Paul about one of his paintings. I felt like Charlie Bucket, getting the golden ticket in the chocolate bar. I'm still really amazed this happened.
...I met Paul McCartney in the most unbelieveable way imaginable. What are the odds that someone who listens to almost nothing but Beatles music would be handed a postcard at work which said "Help launch PAUL MCCARTNEY PAINTINGS, the new book from Chronicle Books. 4:00 P. M., Such-and-such a date, such-and-such-a-place. Meet the artist. RSVP." I was working at an independent book store on Long Island in the summer of 2000, when my boss handed me that card, saying, "I didn't know there was a book of Paul McCartney's paintings coming out." She handed me the card and I looked at it. Then I noticed that it said "Meet the artist." We RSVP'd, and, about two weeks later, I heard that I was going to meet Paul. The event was at a little gallery/bar in Manhattan in October. It was an extremely low-key event. There were about five people standing outside the bar when I got there. They were all booksellers. Most book store people I knew simply threw out the card, not realizing it was an offer to meet Paul McCartney. They thought it was just promoting a book party. I met some high rollers of the publishing world at the party (including one of the owners of the really quite humongous entity for which I began working five years later.) Anyway, I got to talk to Paul about one of his paintings. I felt like Charlie Bucket, getting the golden ticket in the chocolate bar. I'm still really amazed this happened.
# posted by Fredwemyss @ 11:47 PM 
