Being a Facebook hater from early days who almost never looks in on my own neglected page, those are NOT words I ever imagined I’d utter. But after digging around for a particular photo that is quite dear to me and not finding it, I remembered having posted it to FB many years ago, when I still checked in on the execrable wasteland on occasion. And whaddya know, there it was. And now, here it is:
Yes, that is in fact your humble host with skin-flick legend Traci Lords, a chance meeting that took place in the most appropriate venue imaginable other than an actual porno-film set. The pic was snapped by my then-girlfriend Jennifer; I spent a while chatting with Traci afterwards, who was gracious, friendly, and quite witty, just generally a great person to hang around with. In fact, a friend of mine from CLT who moved to LA and went on to become a famous photographer himself met Traci at some bar and dated her for almost a year without ever knowing a thing about her own fame as a porn star, something he only learned of after they had stopped seeing each other.
The band was playing at the Derby the night Jen snapped the above photo. I invited Ms Lords out to the show, which drew a most unexpected response: as it happens, she knew about us, and had even seen us play before, or so she said. I asked for her autograph, which she happily gave me, then pulled her top out of the way and asked me if I’d autograph her bra. Which I did, of course.
With a backstory like that, one might easily understand how sorely aggrieved I’d be if that photo was lost, and me without a backup of it. Being thrilled to find that one safe and sound on FB, I then browsed the other photos posted to my account by myself and many others, which numbered well up into the hundreds, maybe even thousands. Many of those pictures I had either forgotten or never even knew about, which means that I need to spend some time downloading a whole slew of ’em for safekeeping. Ah well, that’s a nice problem to have, I reckon, one I can live with.