Salty D. was wearing his Detroit Cobras t-shirt at the Blondie show the other night. Some chick walked up to him after the show and started talking about Crazy Mary and hanging out with the Detroit Cobras after the NYC show the previous night, and she was pretty tanked.
Then she offered her hand and said, "Hi, I'm Clem Burke's wife."
The drummer of Blondie. The guy whose drum stick I tried to catch just 3 minutes before. The only original touring band member along with Debbie Harry and Chris Stein. Whose beats you groove on with "The Tide is High" and "Dreaming." Who played with the Ramones and the Romantics and Joan Jett...
So what do I say?
"Yeah, Clem will running out here any minute, looking for me. He's always looking for me."
Yeah? I looked around for him.
I guess we could've hung around talking to Clem Burke's sociable wife Ellen, drinking at the bar with Gorevette (the very kickass Detroit girl opening band - well the drummer was a guy, and I mistakenly called him a lady when I asked them to sign my CD and pose for a picture.) When I met the lovely Nikki Corvette, I said to her, twice, "Hi my name is Laura." The second time she said, "Yeah. I know." I'm a dork.
But if we hung out, I said to D., we might even meet my longtime forever idol Debbie Harry and I could say something lame to her too.
But we didn't. I figured Debbie would just chill out and take time to get out of her wig and fluffy white tulle skirt and have a nightcap or whatever 65-year-old rock icons do after a gig in the middle of east bumfuck
The show had some nice surprises, an intro to "Call Me" that echoed Muse, and they actually performed "Rapture" (to which I know the entire rap but I didn't rapalong there.) And this cover, that was pretty kickin: