I wrote this blog post in the summer of 2011 after finishing up a summer working for Red Light Management in New York City:
I Will Now Be Wearing Sunglasses Indoors: A Tale of My Most Recent Foray Into the Music Biz
This summer I had the magical opportunity of interning at Red Light Management, thanks in no small part to the nicest, most wonderful band I have ever met/ considered as family, O.A.R. I have been working with their manager Heather all summer doing desk-worky things like charting album sales and researching whimsical topics like concert venues (and on Tuesday when we had the catastrophic earthquake (catastrophic as in somebody’s yogurt cup probably fell over or something) I found the live stream news report that blew up thanks to hashtags on twitter).
Today, however, I roved the city, rubbed elbows (literally) with rock stars, and got my shoes very very wet.
I started out my adventurous morning at WFAN studios, where OAR (well, Marc, Benj, and Richard, as Chris and Jerry’s flights were cancelled due to the end of all days that is apparently coming with Hurricane Irene) was performing/ being roasted by dear friend Craig Carton. He didn’t appreciate that his thank-you was second to last in the liner notes.
He probably shouldn’t complain, because interns were thanked last. Just sayin’.
Anywhosies, Heather and I ran back to the office for about half an hour after the broadcast, and then we set out on a grand adventure.
Our first stop was the viacom building for an MTV/VH1 radio interview with Marc and Richard. I geeked out a little bit.
I dream of being on MTV or VH1 or Fuse one day, interviewing rock stars that smell nice and even some that don’t.
Hurricane Irene kicked in just enough to be annoying (and fro-inducing) once we got there, so we stayed later waiting for the rain to die down, and I stared awkwardly at all the stuff on the walls for a little while longer. They’ve got some classy (and almost entirely abandoned for the Music Video Awards in LA) digs.
They discussed Jersey Shore and (duh) music and plaid and all other manner of things I want to spend all day talking about.
As chief researcher of the planet, I provided amply to the discussion of evacuating the city. Marc has invited himself over to my house to party if his neighborhood is evacuated. I will go grocery shopping, and I will buy rock star party food, and it will be awesome.
Next we headed over to Fuse, where we met up with Benj and where I geeked out further, because there were posters for Mark Hoppus’ show everywhere.
Richard had a nice time, especially when somebody opened a door on his wrist and yelled at him for standing behind the door. Because rock stars love standing behind doors.
I got to get ice.
I was really excited to get ice.
I got to be useful at Fuse. Don’t judge me.
His wrist actually looked really bad when we left. Swollen and red and not capable of playing guitar. That should work out really well for their show tomorrow night.
Next Benj, Marc, Heather, and I went to MLB fan cave, which used to be Tower records. Even though it is no longer Tower, it’s still way artsier than I expected from a place called a “fan cave". There was gumball art. That is art made of gumballs.
We ended our tour of the city with an interview between Benj and somebody who was somehow related to Dave Matthews. Which was far less entertaining because I didn’t even geek out. Also, I was kind of sleepy, because I don’t sleep a lot and walking between subway stations is far more exercise than my fragile little body is used to.
I love OAR. The boys are all so sweet, and Benj and Marc are kind of like really awesome big brothers/uncles that tried to keep me from getting wet when we were outside. And they didn’t even squish me too much sitting between them on the hump seat in the taxi.
To summarize: my grandma is very proud of me for entering the world of show business. I have a really cool nonrelated extended family. I should get out of the house more.