You ever have the feeling that you should know who somebody is, but you just can’t place them, no matter how hard you try?
Today was iPhone 4 Launch Day. I’ve never been one to wait in line for any product, except for the occasional “hard to pass up” Black Friday Deal, but today was different. The iPhone 4 was coming out, and having just switched to AT&T in the last month, I figured it was now or never if I wanted to upgrade to the latest model of the iPhone with little additional cost.
So I reserved a copy last week, and arrived to the Reservations line at the Apple Store just a little bit after 11 this morning — leaving me to wait for around 3 hours to get into the store and pick up my phone. No big deal, I had the day off, and Michelle didn’t mind hanging out at the most awesome mall in Rochester.
But that’s not the point of this story. I got a new phone — so what?
Once I got in line, a guy around my age slipped in line behind me, and he seemed rather normal - a nice guy. A few minutes later, an older gentleman joined him, and he pulled out his iPad and began to surf the web, among other things while in line. I’m not much of an eavesdropper, but I heard a hand full of things about rehearsals, a show, touring, etc, and I surmised from this, that these guys must have been musicians of some sort, and touring ones at that.
Well, some time passed, and, just to engage in some small talk, I asked the older gentleman about his iPad, whether the battery was as good as I had heard, among other things. This led to a longer conversation about what the future of computing may be (he’s convinced it’s the iPad/Tablets - I’m not so much…at least not yet). To be quite honest, I had forgotten that I’d overheard that he was some kind of musician.
After our small talk was over, and Michelle had brought me lunch, I watched as another older gentleman walked up to him, nervously asked him if he was (I couldn’t catch the name) or if he just looked like him. The man smiled and nodded, they shook hands and the “fan” said, “I really love your music.”
Now I was curious, but not curious…or rude enough…to ask him who the heck he was. So I tuned my ear into his conversations a bit more, hoping to catch a name, but never could get further than his first name — “Robert”.
Once I got home, and had the chance, I did some digging - looking for concerts locally that might fit this guy. Phish? No. Weezer? Not a chance. Further featuring Phil Lesh? His name was Robert…so it can’t be him, but the second guy on the bill? Bob Weir.
Turns out I was standing in front of, and conversing with, legendary Grateful Dead guitarist Bob Weir. And the younger guy? I believe he may have been Joe Russo - the drummer for Further. Wish I was a fan before, because they really seem like cool guys. Maybe I should check out some of their stuff now.