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Geoff

I am here for Friends

About Me

Barroom fighter, ten pint-a-nighter. DEFINITE 99. Diamond cluster, knuckle duster.Feline on the borderline!

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My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Unreconstructed Stalinists, deadbeat intellectuals, organic farmers working on a late-afternoon schedule, David Thibodeau and Jane Fonda.

But more to the point, we've all met celebrities, and I WANT TO HEAR ABOUT IT! Local celebrities, national celebrities, international pop idols -- whether you were totally ignored or you totally scored, post a comment on it below. You don't have to be the person stitching Keith Richards' head back together, or have belted Quentin Tarantino in the back of the head (although I definitely want to hear about that!), and you don't even necessarily have to tell the perfect truth. Many thanks to those who have already taken up the banner and joined the cause!

A number of people have said, "But, Geoff, I don't know any celebrities." But believe me, I can see right through your lies to their poorly-hidden cop out and evasion. Help me out here, give me some love. Also, if a friend of yours not on MySpace has an awesome story, go ahead and post that. We're all about speaking for the voiceless here. But if s/he IS on MySpace, I'm ALWAYS looking for someone to be fixed up with.

My Blog

Mother....Tell your children not to lube my gate!

This story came via email from a friend who has inexplicably failed to post it in the authorized comments section:   I have a good Danzig story. So, a bicyclist gets cut off by some asshole drivi...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Jun 2008 14:28:00 GMT

Jad Fair, dude magnet.

In a former life, I used to contribute to the operational well-being of Chicago's most obscure radio station.  Every Friday, this station broadcasts a performance by a rock band from its stu...
Posted by on Fri, 16 Jun 2006 21:01:00 GMT

Somebody met Roky Erickson

lyrics from "I Met Roky Erickson", by Jad Fair and Daniel Johnston.  If you haven't heard this, you may want to start asking exactly what you have been doing with your life. I would like very muc...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Jun 2006 21:46:00 GMT

I blog so goddamned fast!

Before GI GayGuy jumped out of the closet and onto the stage, his life was a thick fog of confusion.  Here's the proof: in the spring of 1994 (my first year of college, by which point i really SH...
Posted by on Mon, 12 Jun 2006 21:02:00 GMT

You should never have opened that door...

from Please Kill Me: The Uncensored Oral History of PUNK, pp 286-287.  Excerpt taken from an interview with former Prentice Hall tax lawyer and VU bootlegger Bob Quine, discussing his time in the...
Posted by on Mon, 12 Jun 2006 12:15:00 GMT

The Nuge is a stooge, a stool-sniffing fool!

Although she herself never met the man himself, my mom used to work at the Lansing, Michigan branch office of Ross Perot's company EDS.  Being the hard knuckle chucklehead champion of fiscal resp...
Posted by on Wed, 24 May 2006 21:28:00 GMT