BROHEMIA

literally just met chris walla.

it’s weird. i’ve never thought of myself as someone who would be star struck. and honestly, it’s only happened a few times where i’ve felt giddy around someone ‘famous’. it only lasts during the realization of who this person is, then sort of fades. until i start talking to them.

being star struck is so weird. it’s understandable to a degree; this is someone you’ve grown up listening to or seeing and idolizing or admiring. for me i pretty much grew up listening to death cab in my later high school years. you could say they shaped at least a little of who i am and are now stamped onto a lot of memories from that period of my life. i respect them even despite their not so good albums (plans, i’m talking about you).

people don’t meet their ‘heroes’ every day. and he’s not even ben gibbard, the leader of the band. he’s just a normal dude doing his job, recording and mixing, producing music and just happens to be in this hugely popular band. plus, he totally knows zooey. i mean, i’ve had friends that do this exact same thing. friends who tour and work for death cab. people i know and hung out with on a regular basis. and maybe that’s why i am still reeling from the encounter. because he’s not the celebrity that we’re all accustomed to seeing on t.v. and in magazines. he’s not fake or being followed around by paparazzi like lady gaga or kanye or something. he’s like you or me or anyone else, just living his life, doing something he loves to do and it really feels like i could do that. and i get excited about things. like, i could be a chris walla celebrity. not some coke-head, ass-hat like lindsay lohen. you know? it seems possible and not so narcissistic to want to be famous like that. or is it still?