On St. Mark’s earlier this evening, Eugene Hütz walked past me toting some street ‘za. In a flash, I said, “Are you Eugene Hütz?” He smiled and said yeah. Stupefied, I couldn’t say anything and instead let my mouth get so wide in awe that it could serve as a LIRR tunnel and flashed him the rock-on sign. He replied “rock and roll!” as he walked away. I doubt any #DWG could render me that speechless. I would so see an immigrant punk opera; though evidently I wouldn’t be able to commission it as I could scarcely remember how to form words when put face-to-face with my mustachioed hero. (For the record, when I interviewed Alec Baldwin I was comparatively blasé.)
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If I had any money I would co-commission that opera.
So fast.