Ho ho ho. So my sister scored the cherriest fucking job-shadow of all time…Calvin Johnson.
Okay, I know, for those of you outside the Greater Puget Sound Area (and to many within it) that name probably means nothing.
Calvin is this local rock star, d-i-y guy. He has been making music since the early 1980’s and has his own record label, which Beck’s third album came out on. He went to Evergreen State College, which is this fantastic hippie land where they don’t believe in ridiculousness such as “prerequisite classes” and “grades.”
My sister stalked him last summer by going to every all-ages show he put on, and guess who drove her? By the third one, I was standing outside…it was too much Calvin for me to handle.
She’s meeting him down in Olympia on the 17th and she’s only 15 and needs a chaparone…it’s me, of course. I couldn’t let our mom louse this up. It should be really fun. She’s going to job-shadow a minor rock star. I am related to such a genius. I probably would have cold-called an accountant or something, if I was still her age.
I was way into his twee strummy rock as well as his experiments in dub when I was 18 or so. I still appreciate what he does, but I know I won’t go all ass over teakettle when I meet him. Now if it was Jake Gyllenhaal…I’d be TOTALLY worthless.