After reading this article (prompted by my perusal of 42short)…I think it’s time to mention…I have also had physical contact with Sean Lennon. It was on my mind just last week, after a brief bout of steamy hot weather. But it was even hotter then. The year was 1999. The venue…First Avenue. I was there to see Luscious Jackson, with Cibo Matto opening. At the time Sean was seeing Yuka Honda, of the latter (the celebrity lothario has since been connected with Bijou Philips, Aimee Osbourne, Courtney Wagner, Casey Johnson, Leelee Sobieski, and now Elizabeth Jagger). I was dating…no one. But I was seven or eight months pregnant, with the little man kicking away at my innards. The music was good, but the evening was miserable. The sweathouse was packed with drunken fools, with a few of them asking to touch my belly (eww, no). Others gave me unsolicited advice, telling me I should have stayed home because of the second hand smoke, caused by the cigarettes they themselves clutched. All I wanted to do was sit down, or at least settle in to watch the bands. Finally I managed to secure a halfway decent spot on the balcony. If I angled my head just so I could sort of see the stage. Until some guy rudely shouldered his way in front of me (hello, you do NOT stand in front of short girls at shows, especially crabby pregnant ones), pushing me back and completely obscuring my already limited line of sight. After fuming for a minute or two I was about to tell him to piss off, when he turned around. I looked up into Sean’s face (so like his father’s) and was too surprised to say anything at all.
