Hi, all If any of you remember the show Northern Exposure, and the character Chris the Deejay, then you might be interested to know that he has turned most of his 48 year old energies to country/rock music. (He also is famous for playing opposite Sarah Jessica Parker in Sex and the City, unseen by me, and for the leading man roles in the movies My Big Fat Greek Wedding and Raising Helen. He said his next movie was going to be with Charlize Theron-- didn't say the name of it.) I saw his band play last night at a country western bar, which is usually not my scene. I have CFS/FM and can't really drink, tolerate smoke, nor eat Happy Hour style food ("Cheerful food" as my husband calls it-- you know, the things that aren't really that great for us but make us feel festive or comforted...) Anyway, I learned at the last minute that he was going to perform, and here's why I went. When I was just out of college, I was visiting my SIL, who was going to school in So. California. I had never been there before, so she took me to all the usual tourist spots, including the Hard Rock Cafe. So, we're waiting outside to get in, with the rest of the peons, and up pulls this dark red limo, and out steps a guy in his jeans, army jacket and cowboy boots, with another guy friend. (Now that I think about it, it probably was his lead guitarist in the band-- they met in L.A.) Anyway, after I was inside, my other friends confirmed that yes, it WAS in fact, Chris the Deejay from N.Exp. I hadn't just hallucinated my fave character into appearing just because I was in the land of actors. He should have been up in the Seattle area for filming the show, but no, there he was, on the very night *I* was in town. He came just for me, right? Wrong. At least, I blew it. I am so shy that I didn't approach him at his table. I kept saying, "Oh, I'm sure he doesn't want to be bothered while he's trying to have dinner." Big DUH! Why ELSE would he have gone to the Hard Rock Cafe of all places, in a LIMO, if he DIDN'T want to be attracting attention?! So, all these years later, I have felt bad that he left that night without ONE SINGLE fan coming up to him. I could see his table the whole time. I mean, he was probably so depressed about his career after that, and I could have spared him all that misery! Anyway, I was all set to have him autograph my old Northern Exposure compilation CD, that has his picture on the front. One of the songs on it is the classic Etta James singing "At Last". I was going to have him write that to me on the inside cover next to another picture of him. It's not so much the actor I like, as it was the character he played. I want to BE Chris the Deejay. Sigh. Anyway, the doors opened at six for the tickets, but the show didn't start until 8:30. I had a girlfriend with me, so it was nice to catch up with her and I did imbibe a litte and had some cheerful chips-n-salsa while we waited. His band was VERY good. He should not quit his dayjob as an actor, but he was just fine as a rock star. His lead guitarist used to play for the Stray Cats, and he should be a star in his own right. I have never seen anyone rip up a guitar like the way he did (in a good way-- not like bashing it around on stage)-- with actual talent. Not just riff after riff with grandstanding, but real muscial improvisation. So, it was a really good show, and all of the proceeds go to the hosting city's local charities... so what a great guy John is. But! Alas! It was their last performance of the year, and they will not be playing together again for another year. So they decided to just keep playing as long as they could. I was almost under the table, delerious with fatigue and having my ears blasted and my central nervous system shredded with pain. It was fun, but I knew I was going to pay dearly, because I already was putting down the deposit on a nice long flare. My friend had to leave, so I stayed as long as I thought I could and then safely drive home sober and not fibro-fogged out of my mind. So, again, I DID NOT get the autograph. But after ten-thirty, I knew I had to trundle on home, before it was even over. So, I guess I will write him and explain my plight. I hope he turns out to be as cool as he seems and I will be able to report that I have a signed Northern Exposure CD that reads: "Lisette" You and Me-- At Last. John Corbett Sigh. Chris the Deejay. Reading poetry over the air and then playing some opera or jazz or whatever seems to fit the day, and then sending out an encouraging note for all who listen. My idol.