Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner?
The following is a true story, I swear to God. I say this because, given my history on this silly little blog of mine and especially the bogus band bios (and one in particular), you will have a hard time believing what I am about to tell you
I was sitting at my desk today when I received a call from an 88 year old woman. Here’s how it went down:
Me: “Good afternoon.”
88 Year Old Woman: “Uh, good afternoon. Not sure if you’d be interested in tickets to go see my son in law play a show in Roseville this Sunday.”
Me: “Well, you probably want to talk to the editorial department. This is the advertising department.”
88: “He’s really good, you should go too. I’ve got tickets to give you. He’s famous”
Me: “Well, who is he?”
88: “You sound too young.”
Me: “Try me.”
88: “He was in a very popular 70’s rock and roll outfit.”
Me: “Then I probably wouldn’t be too old. What Band was he in?”
Me: “uhhhhh”, then silence.
Me: “Yes Ma’am, I’m still here. What’s your son in law’s name?”
Me: “De Young?”
88: “You know him, then?”
Me: “Heck, yeah. Mr. Roboto himself!”
Me: “Never mind. You say you’ve got some tickets?”
88: “Yes, with backstage passes. He’s got a new band now, it’s not Styx anymore, but he’ll be playing his old hits. Let me find out some more information and I’ll send you some.”
Me: “Wow, thanks.”
And that’s how it ended. Depending on schedules, kids, etc, I may get to meet Mr. Roboto.
Seriously, it would be kind of fun to meet him. A kick in the head. A jolly old time. The bees knees.
I sure hope this isn’t a set up, because if he’s read any of my posts on him and/or his former band I may get the shit kicked out of me.
By frickin’ Dennis De Young.
What a strange day this has turned out to be.