Man, I just saw that British DJ/rock historian Charlie Gillett also died on Wednesday, at 68. I’m personally indebted to Gillett for writing the excellent early rock history The Sound of the City. It’s not only the music celebrated in the book for which I give thanks but the book’s role – with a great assist by my close personal friend Townsman E. Pluribus Gergely – in me meeting my wife.
My wife is an old childhood friend of E. Way back in late 1988 I’d just gotten to know him a little bit from his attendance at our band’s shows and then a shocking knock on our door to introduce himself as a neighbor. The couple of times I saw him out I had my eye on a curly-haired, wide-eyed friend of his lurking in the background, alongside his then-girlfriend. Ladies man that I wasn’t, this woman was one more reason to investigate the odd charms of my new friend.
A couple of weeks later chickenfrank and I were out at one of our regular hang-out clubs, checking out a cool garage band. E. Pluribus and his female sidekicks were there too. It turns out this old friend of his had her eye on me – and E. was hungry to fix us up. We made a little shy, awkward small talk until the moment E. said something like, “Hey, you two both love The Sound of the City, don’t you?” Talk over that book broke the ice. Thanks, eternally, E. and Charlie Gillett!
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