On a steamy August morning, I sprinted faster than Arnold Schwarzenegger in The Running Man to get to my planned destination on time. Since my train came in a few minutes late, I was determined to arrive there and not miss out on an obvious “pinch me” moment. I got there with a few minutes to spare but was a sweaty mess. As I took the elevator up to the New York City hotel suite, I tried to air dry but it was too late. My shirt was soaked, and sweat dripped down the back of my neck like a Nixon/Kennedy debate. Upon arriving, I darted into the bathroom to cool down and “freshen” up. While in there, I heard name drops from the two music icons I was about to sit down and have a chat with: Jimi Hendrix, John Lennon and Keith Moon.
As I got myself looking reasonable (I snagged my intern’s black cardigan to hide the stains), I approached the couch to find Alice Cooper and Joe Perry continuing to trade stories. After giving the pair the firm handshake they deserve, I plowed right in – albeit with sweat pouring down my neck like Nixon at a Kennedy debate. This backstory is irrelevant to most, but paints a picture for those that didn’t just rush to the embeds below.
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