When I was younger, there were three people I gladly would’ve drowned a baby to be able to meet.
Those three people were (in order of “most awesome” to “third-most awesome”): Jim Henson, Paul Reubens and Hulk Hogan.
Yeah, go ahead and laugh. What do I care? Fact is, those three guys influenced my childhood more than anyone else (outside of my family, of course).
As I got older that list changed, mostly because Jim Henson died in 1990. (Of course, I met his son Brian and got to interview Frank Oz back in the day, both of which are pretty awesome consolation prizes.)
For awhile my list had two people on it, but over time Jim Henson would be replaced by Trent Reznor of Nine Inch Nails. I know, that’s a weird replacement, but I’ve been listening to Reznor for more than half my life now and have followed his career at every turn. As I’ve said before, I’m an insanely proud Nine Inch Nerd.
Still, I don’t think I even realized how huge of a dork I was for Reznor until just this past weekend.
Every Sunday night we cook a big dinner at our place for all of our friends, but this past Sunday we decided to cancel it and instead head out to two events.
The first was the monthly Channel 101 get-together, hosted by “Monster House” scribes Rob Schrab and Dan Harmon. They screened eleven five-minute video shorts, and then each person voted for their top five favorites. Some of them were hilarious; others weren’t.
But it was still an awesome start to a great night. I had an amazing Hawaiian burger and two Stellas in my gut by the time we left, so life was most definitely good.
The last video rolled, we voted, and then headed out the door to our second and final stop of the evening: a Mexican restaurant on Sunset Boulevard called Malo. We had eaten there before a few months earlier on a Monday when they offer up $1 tacos! Awesome.
But our reason for visiting that night wasn’t cheap Mexican food. Every Sunday night, Malo features a trivia night that is hosted by Har Mar Superstar (also known as Sean Tillman).
If you’re not familiar with Har Mar, here’s a video for his song “D.U.I.”:
So, as you can probably tell, the night was already shaping up to be an interesting one.
We got to Malo a little early and headed upstairs to the lounge. To my surprise, the room was already crowded with people. I tried to enter but a woman walked in front of me and said, “This is a private party.”
Fair enough.
I headed back downstairs to the bar, but just before I did I saw a guy out of the corner of my eye. I thought to myself, “That guy looks like he could be in Nine Inch Nails.”
Let me be clear, I didn’t think he actually was in Nine Inch Nails, but he was dressed in such a way that being a member of Nails wouldn’t have been a stretch.
I got down to the bar just as Har Mar was walking in; I walked up to him.
Justin: “Man, I’m glad you’re here. I thought we were in the wrong place for a minute.”
Har Mar: “No, you’re in the right spot. They’re just wrapping up a private party up there. They’re having a birthday party for someone from Nine Inch Nails.”
Justin: “Oh, cool.”
Justin’s Brain: “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY? FOR WHO? FOR WHAT?”
Har Mar: “Yeah, they’re cool guys. Trent is even up there.”
Justin: “Wow.”
Justin’s Brain: “ARE YOU FUCKING WITH ME, HAR MAR? BECAUSE IF YOU ARE, YOU’RE IN FOR A WORLD OF SUFFERING!”
And then it happened: The scene in a movie where the person’s brain finally catches up with his or her surroundings. Like, “Didn’t you know? This is a gay bar.” And then he looks around and sees guys making out with guys, girls making out with girls, etc. It was that exact scene, but instead of gay guys and lesbians I looked around and saw Nine Inch Nails.
Christ, there was Robin Finck just standing there staring back at me. Holy balls.
Har Mar ran upstairs and I grabbed my girlfriend’s arms violently.
Justin: “Did you hear what he said?!?”
She was excited for me, much like parents get excited for their kids when they see Santa at the mall. It’s not a big deal to them, but they’re happy you’re so retarded over it.
Trent Reznor is my shopping mall Santa Claus.
But I digress….
I ran to the car because, for some reason, I had brought my camera but had left it in the trunk. I ran back faster than I’ve ever run before.
This isn’t a joke because, as my friend Kevin can attest, I don’t run. Ever. For anything. I think running is just some fucked-up, bullshit version of walking and I refuse to do it.
Except that night. That night was run-worthy.
I got back inside, handed the camera to Kathy, and headed back upstairs to the lounge. I wanted to see if I could tell what he was wearing so I could keep an eye out for him when he eventually left.
I turned a corner up the stairs and stopped dead in my tracks. Standing at the top of the stairs, heading right down toward me, was Trent.
I spun around and ran back down the stairs, grabbed the camera, turned it on, handed it to Kathy, and whispered, “He’s coming.” I was excited. Kathy was embarassed. I didn’t care.
Trent was five stairs away. Four. Three.
This was it. I either had to say something now or forget the whole thing.
Justin: “Trent, um… I don’t mean to be rude but… could I get in a picture with you quick?”
Trent: “Sure.”
Trent’s Brain: “Leave me alone, you creepy bald man. I’m full of tacos and want to go home.”
Justin’s Brain: “He smells good; great cologne.”
Justin: “Maybe that’s just his natural scent.”
Trent: “What?”
Justin’s Brain: “You said that outloud! Shut up! Get your picture and get the fuck out of there!”
So we both stopped, turned, and:
Just before that shot was taken, I put my arm on his back. I don’t know why I did that because I never would just do that to a stranger. I remember thinking, “I shouldn’t do this. I shouldn’t touch his back. That’s creepy. He probably doesn’t like this. Should I take my arm away? And if so, would that then be weird?”
I was shaking worse than Katherine Hepburn on a Tilt-A-Whirl.
Kathy suggested we take another shot. Trent said, “Get my good side this time,” and turned his back to the camera. I giggled like a school girl on a playground who had just heard the funniest joke ever from the dreamiest boy ever.
Once again, we stopped, turned, and:
Once again, I must be clear here: I have no clue what I’m actually doing in this photo. I admit that I like to pose awkwardly in photos because I think it’s funny, but this is just weird.
First, I’m pointing. At what, I have no idea. But I felt the need to point at something. Second, I’m looking at him out of the corner of my eye, almost as if I’m afraid he’ll run away if I turn my head. Or, like a ghost, that he’ll dissolve into nothingness if I look elsewhere. And I look fat and creepy from the Hawaiian burger and Stellas I had downed at the previous stop.
Still, he stuck around for a few seconds. I told him I was looking forward to his upcoming tour with Jane’s Addiction. He said he was, too. I babbled something else I can’t remember. He smiled and nodded and humored me. And then, he left.
So intercoursing cool.
You see, I’m not typically like this with celebrities. I’ve met a fair amount of them over the years, even have a few friends who are fairly famous, and I don’t geek out like that ever. I used to when I was younger, but it’s been a long, long time since I had that little control over my own mind and body.
It was weird, man. Very weird.
We headed upstairs and started trivia night with Har Mar. As if all of this weren’t already enough to write about, the night got even weirder.
We were two questions away from ending our trivia time with Har Mar when two girls walked in.
Girl #1: “Can we play?”
Har Mar: “There are only two questions left, but sure.”
The girls had friends who were already playing, so they just joined their team. It was at this point that our friend Karen leaned over and said, “That’s Kirsten Dunst.”
I turned, looked, and sure enough: Kirsten Dunst had crashed trivia night with Har Mar Superstar. I’ve said it before and I’m sure I’ll say it again: L.A. is a fucking weird town.
We all left Kirsten alone, but I have to admit that I thought about approaching her. I had it all planned out in my head. I would walk over to her with my camera in my hand and say:
Justin: “Excuse me, Kirsten?”
Kirsten: “Yes?”
Justin: “Hey, I don’t mean to interrupt or anything, but–“
Kirsten: “Oh, you want a photo with me? Sure!”
Justin: “That’s nice of you, but no. I just wanted to show you this picture of me and Trent Reznor.”
Guess I’ll leave that one for when I finally meet Paul Reubens.
Death, you can take me now,
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April 1, 2009 at 1:46 am
Your dreamy girlfriend
I just want you to know that there is no one else I would have allowed you to approach with a camera in my presence but Trent and PeeWee. You now must know how much I love you, since not only did I encourage you to approach his majesty Mr. Reznor, but I took the photo of you two myself.
I rock.
April 1, 2009 at 1:51 am
jshady
You DO rock. But it’s Pee-wee, not PeeWee. There’s a HYPHEN and a lowercase W! GET IT RIGHT, SISTER!
April 1, 2009 at 6:43 am
Erik
Well, worth the wait. The expression in the first pic is priceless.
April 1, 2009 at 7:09 am
Gene
You’re right Los Angeles is a fucking weird town and I don’t get out there as much as I should. Just wanted to thank you for the Har Mar video; big fan, but never saw the Kimmel performance, and is Trent Reznor’s noggin as big as it looks?
April 1, 2009 at 7:48 am
dorizori
OMG, you look so freaking excited in the first picture. You are adorable. My conversation with Kirsten Dunst would have been me kicking her in the taco.
April 1, 2009 at 8:31 am
Doherty
Omg! Stunned….speechless
April 1, 2009 at 8:46 am
dwellephant
You know, I feel kinda cheated that I didn’t get to be there for this. Only because I spent a decade with you, meeting celebrities that WEREN’T on your “Top Three.”
And for the record, the most nervous I’ve been was meeting Saul when I interviewed him at the radio station. Saul… Trent… JUSTIN! We have to make an album together now!!!
April 1, 2009 at 9:41 am
Dave
Dude, that was a goody. I have read many of your celeb encounters or adventures and all are silly fun, but this one made me do the all lamely over used-popular LOL. So loud I startled myself. Not that it was THAT funny, but the fact you were so freakin fired up and nervous made it funny. Who wouldn’t feel this way when meeting their god.
MY fave part was your brain talking out loud and Trent saying “what?”. I can picture you sniffing his shoulder as he’s looking away and you mumbling “Mmmm. Maybe that’s just his natural scent.” “What?”
The 1st pic, your look, says it all. Classic.
Justin the Saultrent? Hmmm
April 1, 2009 at 10:47 am
brett beighley
at a boy!
April 1, 2009 at 11:14 am
Josh Peters
I get star struck with the biggies on my list, too.
Working at Sam Goody over the years mellowed me to the celebrity spotting. I think the geekiest I ever got was when James Earl Jones came in to buy DVDs.
April 1, 2009 at 11:48 am
JAMIE
seriously… adorable.
the whole write up was VERY entertaining too.
gosh. I am REALLY surprised you didn’t prairie dog.
April 1, 2009 at 3:25 pm
jshady
Thanks, everyone! Glad this post is so well-read! I’m gonna put a post up about this later today, but this has been the biggest traffic day on “The Blarg” yet!
Thanks for the support and helping spread the word.
April 3, 2009 at 7:22 pm
denise
oh Justin, I am so glad I was there to watch you freak out like you did. And, of course, your description is priceless.
April 3, 2009 at 9:30 pm
Tim
Sweet! When I worked at the airport, Trent and NIN flew out on one of the flights I was working. Unfortunately, I didn’t know that until after the plane left so I didn’t get a picture or otherwise get to accost the godfather of Industrial rock. Damn.
Did you see this?
http://digg.com/dialogg/Trent_Reznor?FC=UATDTR1
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May 18, 2009 at 10:01 pm
kelly w
I arrived here today via a daisy chain of links. Was sucked into this post as soon as I saw Paul Reubens on your list (and pleased you know the proper form of ‘Pee-wee’), and am howling here at the end for two reasons:
1) I have acted exactly the same doofus-y way around my own idols (AND have nearly identically idiotic photos of Me Plus Idols to prove it)
2) the “I just wanted to show you this picture of me and Trent Reznor” comment is something I SO would have done. Fawesome.
I used to know a guy, Tom, who met Paul Reubens at a mutual friend’s wedding in the early 90s. Tom (who was a middle-aged guy who ran an indie record shop) was a card-carrying member of the PW Herman Fan Club, and, at the reception, he managed to sit beside Paul at a table. They were having a pleasant conversation (Paul was impressed by the fan club card), when Tom reached into his suit jacket pocket and pulled out… a pair of souvenir Giant Underpants (purchased through said fan club).
Astonished, Paul went, ‘You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.’
And then he signed them! “Your pal, Pee-wee Herman”. The best part is he used a brown pen to draw skidmarks in the center panel. Tom displayed the underpants in the record shop for years.
May 19, 2009 at 12:12 am
jshady
THAT, Kelly W, would make a damn fine blog post, too! Oh, man… you have to convince Tom to write that one out. It’s too good!
And welcome to The Blarg! Hopefully there’s enough here to convince you to keep coming back!
May 19, 2009 at 12:12 am
jshady
PS: You have to tell us who your idols are/were? And post the pictures to PROVE IT!
May 21, 2009 at 6:53 pm
kelly w
dude, if I had any idea how to contact Tom (his name was Tom Strange!), I would barrage him with requests to blog about Pee-wee; alas, I haven’t seen him in at least 14 years.
and you can see my idiotic idol pics on my Flickr page (specifically, in the set called ‘Durandomness’– one guess who my idols are ;-> ).
I should tag all my idioctic photos on Flickr with something like ‘doof’. Hmmm. Will have to ponder.
May 21, 2009 at 7:00 pm
jshady
I saw those pics! I checked ’em out after I wrote that post.
Tom Strange, huh? Sounds like a really creepy porno name.
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