Got a sneak preview of a bar / restaurant the other night, because I am an important member of the media who gets private access to things, and a known foodie.
I'm sorry, that should have shown up in red to indicate a total lie. I thought HTML 5 had a t <lie> tag. Let me start again.
No one ever went back to the dorm in college after class, put on an album, and thought "I'll bet in the 21st century, when we're all wearing one-piece jumpers and growing food in test tubes on the moon, that guy a few rows over in Art History will be the landlord for the guitarist for this band that's playing now." But a few weeks ago I was having dinner with a guy I hadn't seen in three decades or so. He'd invited us over to meet the art history prof we both had in college, a marvelous man named Norman Canady, and talk turned to the big bass guitars on his wall. We talked about our favorite bands in college. Television came up.
"Richard Lloyd lives in my house," he said.
Uh - you don't say. What? Yes: he lives here now.
There were two guitarist, of course - the weird meandering lead of Tom Verlaine, and the much-more accomplished and fiery rhythm / lead work of Richard Lloyd. Well, Richard lives here now half the time. And here he is, in a lousy made-for-Instagram photo!
He still has it.
I'll have more later; saving up the good stuff for a story next month. Suffice to say you'd never see him on the street and think "Ah, now there's a member of one of the most important bands of the 70s." If you saw Tom Verlaine, you might think "so the dead do walk amongst us after all," unless he's put on some weight. But Richard? No. Until he plays, that is.
