So I said, “Excuse me. Do you mind if I take your photograph?”
And so he said, “Me? Why would you want my photograph?”
“Because I’m a fan. I’m a very big fan.”
“Do you even know who I am?”
“And who are you?”
“I’m a Bob as well.”
“And what do you do?”
“I run a lifestyle project. I have an apparel line and a popular website where I get to write, and share experiences, storytell, and opine, not unlike how you do.”
“Well then, take my picture. And it better be good.”
I still have heroes; the people who I look up to in my life. When I was young, they wore capes or were cartoons, and when I was a teenager they rode skateboards and played instruments and made art. And when I became a man, those heroes turned into thinkers and rebels and iconoclasts. My heroes are persuasive and incendiary and they do things differently. Their lives are difficult by choice, their comfort zone long abandoned and they exhaust themselves in the pursuit of change and progression. These are my heroes. Bob Lefsetz is one of my heroes. By chance, I sat next to him at the Deadmau5 show at the Palladium over the weekend and I couldn’t resist fanning out. He was immersed in the show, the glow of his Blackberry calling, the stack of merch at his side. Bob has taught me how to be a real music fan in the Spotify age, how important that human connection is through art, and how cool it can be to be critical and use your voice. 99% of you out there don’t know, or probably care, as to who Bob Lefsetz is. But for me, this one meant a lot and I was grateful for the opportunity.
…and I’m pretty sure I saw a cape on Bob’s back.