Today on my walk to work I was listening to We Used To Be Friends, courtesy of Matthew Perpetua’s 2003 Fluxblog mix, and my brain unearthed a memory that must have taken place circa this song’s release. I was standing outside a bar near the corner of Houston and Avenue A, smoking a cigarette, and so was a jolly Courtney Taylor-Taylor, looking substantially more burnt than he does in this photo but still very rockstarish. He was wearing white leather pants and I said something about how hard it must be to get stains out of them (?) and he told me that the way to get stains out of white leather, the only way, was to use Chanel Number 5.
This memory has the same fuzzy quality of a remembered dream and also the events I just described have the same “and then my fourth grade teacher told me, brush your washcloth with Tyra Banks’s toothbrush” logic that dreams do. However I’m fairly certain that this happened, and almost 90% certain that it happened to me.
I bet there are a lot of other things like this that happened and I just need to listen to the right song in order to know about them.