So I went to Austin City Limits with my friend Casey Blakemore this past weekend. The plan was to see a bunch of good shows all in three days. And we did. We got to see Iron and Wine, Xavier Rudd, Allison Krauss and Robert Plant (and they played two Led Zeppelin songs), Abigail Washburn and the Sparrow Quartet, featuring Bela Fleck, and many many other great bands. On the last night of the festival at the last show, the Foo Fighters, Casey and I had gotten there early-ish and were not in great spots, but not horrible either. We were somewhere around the front of the middle section. About halfway through the show I notice a guy just behind me down on the ground searching for something he had lost. So, being the ever-so-nice guy that I am I ask him what he's looking for. He looks up at me with piercing blue eyes and says, "a leather tag." Now what he was looking for is not so much important to the story; that's just what he said to me. What is important to the story is the fact that when he looked up at me and said that, I realized that it came from none other than the mouth of Elijah Wood. There was no mistaking it. For the rest of the show it took all I had to not keep looking back at him...I felt ridiculous, being so..."starstruck," if you will. But it was freaking Elijah Wood, standing right behind me watching the Foo Fighters!!!
And he is a real hobbit, by the way. Probably only around 5'6"or 5'7".
Numbers 9:15-23
6 days ago
7 comments:
wow.
that's pretty crazy man. and awesome!
you have the best stories with all the crazy stuff you do.
i hope you're well my friend.
talk to you soon!
That is totally crazy!...especially that you did not say something totally apporpriate [in a whispering voice], "keep it secret. keep it safe." I'm proud of you...and very jealous of you making it to Austin City Limits Festival. I heard about some of it from Andrew. I hope you're well and will see you soon.
Glad I got to hear about this before the blogging world. And I like how you expressed it, too!
I was pretty offended that you didn't talk to me anymore after that. Get it... I'm saying that it was me. hahaha. Hilfreakinlarious.
Yo Frodo,
What you doin',
Wearing the ring?
All powerful jewelry,
Is that your new thing?
I know it's hard when,
You're little more,
Than 3 foot 4;
Your little ass,
So close to the floor.
Trying to lead,
The fellows to,
The gates of Mordor.
The Fellowship!
(Yeah the fellowship),
I don’t rap about,
Bitches and ho's,
I rap about,
Witches and trolls.
Just passing on,
The words of,
The Elven king,
Wisdom to all.
Frodo, don't wear the ring!
Apparently Frick has Terets.
Thank you for the encouragement. Also, I asked a question at the end that was supposed to foster thought, discussion, and perhaps growth. And you didn't even give it a glance. For shame.
I just realized something. When he said he was looking for "a leather tag," Frodo was lying to you: indeed he was looking for the ring, which he had dropped, for he did not wish to betray its secret to you.
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