Julian In The Rain

It was a hot, rainy day in New York City. JD and I were growing closer through Sunday Night Screenings, and we had spent the morning being interviewed for a local independent television show. “The Place To Bee” featured the little secrets that NYC has to offer, and having a short film festival ran out of a cafe in West Village was the exact type of venue they were looking to promote. After the shoot was wrapped in Greenwich, we decided to walk toward Gizzi’s to plan our day out. I didn’t have an umbrella that day, and my cigarettes soaked and cooked simultaneously, leaving a potent stench on my fingertips. I was thinking about my “career” as an artist, and the artists who inspired me. I retraced my journey with every drag, and with all the anxiety associated with the unknown, I found comfort in the fact that JD was with me, and I no longer had to walk the streets of New York City alone. We arrived at Gizzi’s, when something extraordinary happened. The glass planes that framed the entryway often went unnoticed, but something told me to look outside. I see a woman pushing a carriage, and next to her, her husband. I squint my eyes through my glasses, absolutely certain that I must be seeing things. I take a closer look before they disappear behind the brick edges, and my adrenaline starts racing. Although it was only a glimpse, I started to realize that the person who just walked by me was none other than Julian Casablancas, lead singer of The Strokes. Without the slightest hesitation, throwing away every ounce of dignity I had in that moment as a New Yorker, I chased this man down the street, JD in hot pursuit behind me. I needed to be certain that it was him, and as I drew closer, he noticed he was being followed. During an era when The Strokes were dubbed the “saviors of rock and roll”, this man stopped walking, turned to me, and shook my hand. The photo we took together that day has been lost over time, somewhere in the digital abyss. But JD remembers, and I remember. Directly in front of Lady Luck Studios on West 8th Street, we stood for a couple minutes, in the rain, and I told Julian how I got my start performing his covers on YouTube. As we parted ways, he turned the corner with his wife and child, and I couldn’t help but follow with my eyes. I noticed something that day that changed my perspective on many things. This world famous multimillionaire superstar musician and singer, walked into the train station on West 4th with his family, and took the subway like the average New Yorker. In that moment, I realized the separation between success and marketing. The bells, whistles, gold chains, and yachts that were all symbols of success to the average person no longer held weight. I saw a man living his dreams, extremely successful, with a beautiful family, controlling his ego, and his grace was evident.

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