A month or so ago my friend Nancy ran a giveaway on her website. The prize was the book “Talking to Girls About Duran Duran” by Rob Sheffield. I don’t know if it was because of my witty response or by the grace of random.org, but I won.
Having spent a good four months of last year helping promote Duran Duran’s North American tour and having spent ALL of middle school obsessing over John Taylor* I knew I wanted to read this book so I was really looking forward to receiving it.
Yesterday, when I went out to wait for my kids to get off the bus I had two big envelopes waiting by my door. This wouldn’t even be interesting at all expect I had been home for four hours and seriously mailman, how hard is it to ring the doorbell? Well, no, it would be interesting because both envelopes had the same return address. Rob Sheffield.
Cool! I thought. He accidentally sent me two. There must have been a lot of contests.
I opened up the first package. There was “Talking to Girls About Duran Duran”.
Before I tell you about what happened when I opened up the book I have to tell you about Nancy’s contest. She posed the question “What band represents the mystical realm of the opposite sex to you – the band that captivated your love interest and left you completely befuddled? ” This was a tricky question for me. I have learned a lot of great music even from the crappiest of boyfriends. Boys taught me about Pink Floyd, The Sex Pistols, Metallica, Celtic Frost, Bauhaus… I could go on, but I think you get the idea. Plus, it often me who me that poses the music problem to my significant other. It was just yesterday that while listening to my iPod my husband said “Death Angel sucks.”
I totally disagree. I like Death Angel, (Remind me sometime to tell you the story about how I got Mark Osegueda to sign an autograph for a child that wasn’t born yet.) but I am glad he said it because it makes it easier for me to tell you that I told Nancy that the one he liked that bugged me was Skanking Pickle.
I am not a fan.
My apologies to Skanking Pickle if they are reading this. I’m sure they are nice gentlemen, it just isn’t my thing.
I had to tell you that story so that this picture makes sense.
How nice is that? A personal touch and a compliment! I was totally charmed.
Then I opened up the other package.
It was a hard cover copy of his New York Times bestseller Love Is a Mix Tape. I was thrilled. Bonus book! I have been wanting to read this book for a while. It seems right up my alley.
But it gets better. He signed this one too.
Wait! He wishes there was more metal for me? And he was awesome enough to tell me WHICH PAGE has AC/DC on it? He probably didn’t have that memorized either. He probably had to look it up. How cool is this guy?
Even cooler than that. In this book there was also a full page, handwritten letter to me that mentions a handful of posts I have written here. He really came and checked out my blog and either actually liked it or is a really good liar.
So Rob Sheffield has a fan for life and I haven’t even read one word of his books yet.
I just hope that this is his real return address. It is going to make the stalking so much easier. I’m kidding, Rob. I’m kidding, officers.
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* That isn’t entirely true. In 6th grade I obsessed over Simon LeBon. It wasn’t until 7th grade that I realized John Taylor was really the man of my dreams.