Holy fucking shit. Best find of the year. Camper Van Beethoven - (I Was Born in a) Laundromat.

This is Matt’s favorite new phrase.  I told him this story once.  My bad.

Scott and I went to see Camper Van Beethoven at the Knitting Factory in Hollywood.  Incidentally, I met David Lovering.  Scott and I showed up early to eat dinner and there was David sitting at the bar.  This was back before the Pixies got back together.  I said to him, “what a great night.  I get to see Camper and I finally meet my favorite drummer: David Lowery.”

Yeah, I’m a towel.  I meet a personal favorite and call him the wrong name.  We both laughed.  He admitted he actually gets mail for David Lowery all the time.  Too funny.  Back in the old Cracker days, David Lovering played drums for the group.  I told him I remember a show back in the early to mid ’90s where Lovering was playing a Cracker gig in Phoenix and he had to a run next door to another venue to play for Frank Black that same night.  Now that was a Towelie night.  Too fun.

Anyway, back to the OT.  Scott and I were walking on Hollywood Blvd.  And, this homeless dude (who else) came up to him to ask for a smoke.  Scott ignored it.  But, being the asshole I am, I kept telling Scott in front of this guy, “Dude, share.  It’s only a smoke.  You can share a smoke, can’t you?  Awww, come on dude.”  Oh man, I miss torturing Scott.  So, Scott sighs, stops walking and says “here,” handing the guy a cigarette while looking at me.  I’m giggling like a little schoolgirl.

The homeless dude notices how much fun I am having and says, “What are you smiling at?  I’ll take your fucking life.”

I never saw Scott smile that much before.  He kept going “hmm-hmm.”  You know, that famous humm with your mouth closed which means, “that’s what you get, fucker.”