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At LAX, taking the red-eye to Detroit, Gregg getting stuck on a plane on the tarmac for four hours.

The Good News: Gregg getting stuck on a plane on the tarmac for four hours next to Stevie Wonder…who had a Braille PDA, and was very cool, of course, of course, and a great guy.

I think he thought he'd stump Gregg when he asked him who first performed The Twist (asking Gregg a musical question is kind of like asking him his middle name). Gregg answered without a moment's hesitation, “Well, Hank Ballard, of course," blowing Stevie away, and then added, "It was the 'B' side of Tears On My Pillow, 1958.”

Posted by aalkon at November 18, 2006 9:13 AM

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I love the idea of Gregg playing musical trivia with THE STEVIE.

That is the coolest evar.

Posted by: Deirdre B. at November 18, 2006 6:14 AM

I thought so, too. Typically, I'm kinda ho-hum about stars, but he's different. Also in the "he's different" class for me: Helen Mirren, PeeWee Herman, George Carlin, Catherine Deneuve, Rowan Atkinson, and Aretha Franklin.

Posted by: Amy Alkon at November 18, 2006 6:19 AM

That is SO COOL.

Posted by: Crid at November 18, 2006 6:21 AM

It doesn't get much cooler than that!

Posted by: deja pseu at November 18, 2006 6:25 AM

"Teardrops on Your Letter," actually, but I'm guessing the title got jumbled (confused with the Little Anthony & the Imperials hit) somewhere between Gregg and the printed page.

You are, after all, The Advice Goddess, and not The Oldies Goddess. And we need advice more than we need oldies!

Posted by: TE at November 18, 2006 4:56 PM

Says you.

Posted by: Crid at November 18, 2006 6:30 PM

I don't know shit about music, but if anybody knows it -- surf, blues, rock and roll, depressive classical, and punk -- it's my boyfriend. Down to stuff nobody knows. When we were in Portland, we hung with the son-in-law of the guy who owned The Peppermint Lounge, one of Gregg's friends. It's through Gregg I met Sue Rynski, the Detroit punk era photographer. I could go on, but I won't. Anything I know about music, I know from Gregg.

Hint: Stevie Wonder didn't correct him.

Posted by: Amy Alkon at November 18, 2006 7:12 PM

Spent saturday at work imagining flying next to Stevie Wonder. Flying would be good enough... Sitting next to him on the tarmac would be gratuitous.

He could be reading abject pornography on his PDA and noone would know.

Posted by: Crid at November 18, 2006 7:44 PM

Actually, I just talked to him...he did slightly misspeak, but probably because he was tired!

Posted by: Amy Alkon at November 18, 2006 8:44 PM

Who the hell "reads" pornography? That's like going to the dinner table just to smell the food.

Posted by: Patrick at November 19, 2006 1:06 AM

Women read it, Patrick, 'cause we're (supposedly) less stimulated by the purely visual. You should read how explicit some romance novels are. Well, I suppose they'd bore you, come to think of it.

Posted by: Kimberly at November 19, 2006 3:11 AM

Cigarette ads do influence, don't influence starting to smoke

Posted by: Patenting Insurance at May 12, 2007 4:32 AM

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