Every so often, but just occasionally, I also happen to hit some ass absolutely "free" (duly compensated by a subsequent stroke of bad luck, I stress). For example, I happened to catch the No Doubt Gwen Stefani with a lot of Los Angeles airport while waiting for the return flight to the old Europe. In fact, I will tell you more! We took the same flight to Paris.
But first things first.
was my first time in California, both myself and a group of friends had spent the Easter week between San Francisco and LA and sadly we were waiting for our flight back to LAX. I like usual I was around CD stores. YES ', then you still buy CDs, Virgin Stores were still a paradise for all lovers of music and I was strolling around in that shop at Los Angeles airport while the others were sitting on svaccati chairs the gate waiting for our call. And as always in those days there were no cell phones yet (that is, but there were still the stuff of rich people, but I bet that Gwen had it ... but a dick like me feel old to do certain things! "cell phones in those days there were no" ... ohmmioddio) my fellow passengers could not inform me of the scene that was eating in front of them while I was probably deciding whether or not to buy that CD RHCP (none of them has bothered to pay me a try, anyway).
fact is that coming back from my shopping trip unfortunately empty-handed (of course I had already given the bottom of all my $) known as a bit 'of turmoil in our waiting room.
"Jade, Jade, there are No Doubt! "I am meeting one of the girls with a camera in hand, not even a reporter was assaulted" We have all the autographs, that looks cool! Go too, go too! "At first I think
think I'm taking the piss (and who would not have thought?) but then I know that is waving in front of a group photo of the duly signed. "Go, cool!" I think, and I indicate where they do (yes, because it was not for me, I miss them I recognized, I admit). Identified the group headed by Gwen's hair with a beautiful pastel pink (... as I did not notice it then ...) I go a bit 'timid but decided after all to them. As soon as I get closer to that much that appears in front of me a big woman huge. "This should be their producer, the one that gave other autographed photos of himself!" I say to myself, and I look expectantly waiting for my photos. Instead of reaching out, the girl looks at me with question and grunts do something. I turn to the other, puzzled, but I find no help in them. The woman finally says in plain English a bit more understandable that the group now needs to rest and not have finished photos to sign. Eccheccazzo!
from my friends I'll be back with his tail between his legs and they shrug their shoulders. "Come on, you want to be the end ..." try to minimize. Eccerto, there you have the fucking autographed photo, thank you! I crumpled up a plastic chair, panting.
Then, here comes the genius. A mother with a young girl approached cautiously Gwen holding something ... a dollar? That is, maybe they want to pay do to get an autograph? No, I offer him the dollar and smiling her autograph.
"Aha!" I do "now has a precedent! Can not evict me after he did to that other!" And I start to frantically rummage in your backpack looking for a miserable dark green. I find it. I offer it to him. She and guitarist sign it. Gwen tells me something about my hair. I am satisfied.
No Doubt took the plane with us, but obviously traveled in first class. My friends, curious as skunks and innamoratesi all of the drummer, have spent half the flight to shuttle from Economy to First Class hoping to steal something interesting. I do aprofittai to lie down on the long row of 4 seats and sleep more comfortably.
Ok, you want to know what was counterbalancing the blow of bad luck?
Back home, a few weeks after they gave the premiere with the making of the Metallica's new video "I Disappear", filmed in San Francisco and Los Angeles. The dates and location of the shooting that appeared in the overlay were the same as I had been there. One of them, turned into precisely the part of the Civic Hall in San Francisco, was so close to our hotel if we were only out for a pizza that night rather than order it by phone (enterprise, however, was quite difficult), we would surely run into James and Co.
... but in the end I still had my dollar autographed by Gwen, no? We must contentment in life.
The famous "No Doubt Dollar" .... and the video "indicted" by Metallica: I Disappear "
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