This man is the such a joy to be around. Spent some time with him yesterday, shooting the shit and talking business. He’s a riot and has been through so very much lately. The indie music community is blessed to still have Eddie Piller with us. If you haven’t looked up Acid Jazz, do it.
This trip to England has been a dream.
Last night, I saw Adam Ant in Cheltenham. It was raw, gritty, sexy. I went to my hotel and crashed after, knowing I had to get up and catch a 6am bus to London.
As I was sitting, in my Adam Ant sweatshirt, I saw a man moseying around the bus stop, smoking and swinging a bag. Something about his face made me wonder, but why would it be? It couldn’t. However my curiosity got the best of me and I walked over with my luggage and asked, “May I ask, is your name Adam?” The face looked up and grinned, nodding. “Nice sweatshirt.” He chatted about where I was from and he remembered the Fresno show.
I rattled off shit about the show but then I asked what he was doing up, wandering around. “Can’t sleep.” I took a deep breath and told him about my Mom’s suicide and my own recent attempt. He hugged me and told me he’s looking to write another book about mental health. I thanked him for the attention he’s given it to it and it was a nice to have a real person to admire.
My stupid fucking bus rolled up at this time and I wanted to die because the chance to have a conversation with Adam Ant is a rare moment. As we parted, he grabbed my hand and put a ring in it. “When things get bad, look at this and think if me. Love you, dear.” And walked away.
I waited to get on the bus to cry.