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| Ziggy and Me |
| 07.22.04 (10:03 am) [edit] |
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I was reading that Ziggy Marley is performing at some benefit at the DNC convention next week... I had a Ziggy experience about 10 years ago. Was, um, rather odd. I don't understand the whole reverence with Ziggy. He's got a beautiful smile. And he's got some amazing musical heritage. But he's nowhere near the level of his dad. I was working at the local 23,000 seat open-air amphitheater in Promotions. (I was responsible for radio /club contests, making sure the concert riders were abided - ie 5lbs of green M&M's and particular brands of bottled water at room temp. Plus I had to recruit 'girls' for the after party. Sum it up, I was a madam or a pimpette. I'm not quite sure. That's a whole 'nother story that I would have to work on to disguise particular celebs) Anyway, Ziggy was performing as part of a festival. Midnight Oil was playing. Can't recall who else. I was interviewing Midnight Oil for the radio station -doing double duty that day - working behind the scenes with the promo dept and radio. Then I got a call that the guy from the radio station who was supposed to interview Ziggy couldn't get off of work and wouldn't be able to interview him. And that I would have to do it. Ok. Let me sum up my knowledge of Ziggy (and his father). I like Reggae music. I have a couple of Bob's albums but I know nothing about it. I understand that it's reflective of their tyranny, poverty, joy, spirit, etc but, sum it up that I have liked it because I could keep rhythm. Then I get a call from the Program Director at the station. It's going to be a LIVE interview. Oh great! (NOT) So I go to Ziggy's dressing room. Knock on the door. A very large man with dreds opens the door as a billow of smoke escapes. (I remember that I'm there for radio and not the venue, so I don't say a word.) The smoke clears some. I see people KNEELING in front of Ziggy. It's like he's holding court. A woman presented her child to him - saying she named her son after Ziggy. He's puffing away and nodding and chilling. I'm realizing that I'm WAY out of my element... I tell the large man that resembles a Jamaican version of Jabba the Hut that I'm doing the LIVE interview for Ziggy. They start giving me a hard time. White chick here to interview him, blah blah blah, it's disrespectful to send someone like that here. Fortunately, Speech from Arrested Development was in the room. (Our station broke them - and Speech recognized me.) He told Ziggy that I was cool and he should let me do it. I tell Ziggy that we're going live in 75 seconds and I needed to know if it was on or not. That we could promote his new album or not. His choice. So we did the interview. Talk about shooting in the dark. It ended up being a great conversation - except the silences that you could hear his inhalation of certain herbal substances. At the end of the interview, he said I was the coolest white chick he'd met and offered me his bong. On air. I laughed, thanked him, and left him to continue holding court. I just don't get it. |
posted by: Cyberpal (reply)
post date: 07.22.04 (7:10 am)
It's a rastafarai thing lol! You have to be into the whole Jah lick... I agree that Ziggy is no where near the talent, dexterity and charisma of Bob Marley... but it's the symbolism that Ziggy represents that kinda makes him!
I mean, why else would someone as gorgeous as lauren Hill go marry this dude and in turn give up her blossoming carear for his? Beats me too!!
posted by: lynne (reply)
post date: 07.22.04 (9:18 am)
I dont get it either but hey, it makes for a *really* good story :)
posted by: RedneckOtaku (reply)
post date: 07.22.04 (9:51 am)
Scubadiva: Pimpette At Large!
:P
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 07.22.04 (11:23 am)
Reply to: RedneckOtaku
Oh the stories I can tell... ;)
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 07.22.04 (11:25 am)
Reply to: lynne
And - warning to you if you ever go to Jamaica... White women with big boobs are PRIME meat there. No man conversed with my eyes - staring at my boobs the entire time. I had several marriage proposals too.
I can just see bringing home one of these men to my mother - explaining to her that I asked him for directions at his cardboard box/house and he proposed. I was 30 and figured, strike while the iron is hot... LOL
posted by: LarryConley (reply)
post date: 07.22.04 (1:11 pm)
Rockstars and other enterainers have some of the oddest requests...
This site:http://www.thesmokinggun.com/backstagetour/index.html
has a couple dozen sets of requirements for the backstage....
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 07.22.04 (1:32 pm)
Reply to: LarryConley
I'm very aware of the concert riders. That was my job. ;)
posted by: LarryConley (reply)
post date: 07.22.04 (3:33 pm)
Reply to: ScubaDiva
Figured you would know about them. Thought you might get a chuckle about some of them and give the other folk a chance to see how the famous and weird live :)
posted by: SheSpecies (reply)
post date: 07.25.04 (2:20 pm)
Hehehe That's so funny.
I think those rasta's are a trip. I cocktailed briefly for a friend of mine who was doing promoting for a new and trendy lounge in Houston...I remember the gawks. LOL
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