John didn‘t mention my favorite part of the evening in his last posting about reconnecting with Lulu — the performer his Gran considered to be a little brash back in the ‘70s.
Outside of B.B. King’s after the concert, I took a photo of John with a poster of Lulu.
There was a guy hanging around, and we assumed he was another fan wanting a photo. But we soon realized he was not; he had a job to do. He was waiting for us to get out of the way so that he could take down Lulu’s poster and put up one for the next morning’s Gospel Brunch performance.
Lulu gave just one performance, and before the houselights came up, her name was removed from the marquee and her image was pulled off the front of the venue. Fame is fleeting, especially on 42nd Street on Saturday night.
We were about to walk away, and then suddenly John turned and asked the guy if he could have the poster. I later described this moment as characteristic of a brash American — and uncharacteristic of John.
To get what you want out of life, you have to ask for it. And that is how we came to have the only poster that was on 42nd St for Lulu’s NYC debut performance…
and how John became my favorite brash idol.
live. enjoy. repeat.