Me and Mark Ronson
There's a story behind this one. My infatuation with Mark Ronson is a tad tragic and there's barely a friend of a friend who hasn't heard this story retold more than once after too many champagnes. But before you keep reading, don't get too excited. It's simply an "I met a celebrity and I think he liked me" story. If I was a political editor, Obama would be my Ronson, except that this fascination is part respect and part crush.
Still I've never been so starstruck in my life. I'd been raving about him all week, reassuring my friends I'm not usually a celebrity stalker, that the NYC producer with an English accent was an exception, but I WAS going to meet him at the Global Gathering festival in Perth. I never expected it would be as easy as standing in the crowd and waiting for him to wander by, but he did, and with Alex Greenwald in tow.
It was before his show that day and nobody had recognised him. Damn, was I embarrassed about asking for a photo. I've met some musicians I really respect but rarely by approaching them for a photo, it's something I'm usually too proud to do. He was warm and modest, and very, very tall.
So I said hi, got the picture, had a quick chat about Fischerspooner (who we were watching) and left him be.
Later we were in the crowd for Kraftwerk (that's right, AMAZING) and Ronson, since appearing on stage, had been ambushed by women. We were standing some ten metres behind where he was posing for a pic with one girl under each arm. But he looked back behind their shoulders to us, waved then said a quick goodbye and came over. I don't know what it is but Australians just aren't capable of being as smooth as the English. Whether it be confidence or petulence, UK celebrities, of which Mark Ronson is one, have more attitude. Even Daniel Merriweather, the mini-Ronson protege, can't pull it off. Then again, all of the Ronsons seem to have something that, despite being relatively introverted, makes them somehow fascinating to the general public (g