The raspy-voiced rapper in Das Racist
Heems is his name. He was sitting on a bench at a bus stop on Congress by himself. I was on the bus. He did not get on the bus. I watched him for about a minute. He was just staring straight ahead, not smiling.
He came out and played bongos during a set by the Cult at Auditorium Shores. “A bead of his sweat landed on me as he walked past,” my friend, who was backstage, said, as she played me a video of him slapping bongos onstage. She pointed at the screen. “That’s just a hot male butt right there,” she said. I couldn’t argue. The man has a fabulous posterior.
Another Sandra Bullock ex! He was talking with two other dudes outside of Mohawk on Saturday night. “Jesse James,” my friend yelled, about a foot away from his face. We kept walking, and he turned and looked at us like the nuisance we were. We discussed his sex addiction on the way to the next venue.
The singer of the Smith Westerns
Cullen Omori, in the crowd at the Girls show Thursday at Stubb’s. Pretty tall in person!
Hanging out at Maria's Taco Express on Saturday afternoon. Black denim, black vest, black sunglasses, turquoise button-up. Dude's got style.
The R.E.M. bassist was just hanging around by John Velghe's van outside of Maria's after the show. Great head of hair.
The New York Times executive editor! She was at the Side Bar on Wednesday afternoon for Haim. It was pretty packed, but she was up close by the band, right in the mix. Respect.
The girl who played Julie Taylor on Friday Night Lights
Aimee Teegarden is her name in real life, and I am about 80 percent sure it was she who walked past me standing in line for Fiona Apple on Wednesday and asked me who we were all waiting for. I choked out an answer, and then she nodded and was gone forever.