Saturday's show was on a waterfront stage by a marina, and suddenly the crowd starts going nuts. I'm thinking that we haven't really done anything particularly spectacular, and I ain't famous yet, but what he hell, let's go with it. So just as I'm getting all, "Dat's right, I'm da man, and y'all KNOW it..." , I notice they're looking BEHIND me as some yacht with the cast of Real-Housewives-Of-Whatever pulls up and a couple dozen genetically altered models, he-men, low-rent attorneys in bad Bermuda shorts, and assorted hangers-on get off the boat, and stream onto the stage, and I end up doing an impromptu duet with the star (I think she's the one in jail now, whatever her name is - sorry, I'm more of a "Breaking Bad" kinda guy).
It took me back to a few years earlier when I was dating a talent agent and was meeting her at her agency's holiday party at a five-star joint in Manhattan. I walk in the door and the whole place erupts in applause. I'm like "Yeah, dat's right, da man's in da house", only to notice that Dee Snider, one of the agency's clients, was walking in behind me.