PODCAST TIME! SD's Bellboy Blues
On the latest episode of Stuck in the '80s, Steve Spears and I discuss the great songs and movies of summer (Summer Lovers, Cruel Summer, Summertime Girls, Summer School...). Like most of our podcasts, this one eventually spins out of control. And like most of our podcasts, this one eventually includes a story about me in an ill-fitting bellboy uniform.
I don't want to spoil the twists, but I once had a psychic battle of wills with pop singer Richard Marx, whom I met while wearing a hot, scratchy bellboy getup that was three sizes too small. This occurred in the early '90s, when Marx was playing Merriweather Post Pavillion in Columbia, Md., and I was schlepping Samsonite at a nearby hotel. Marx takes some hits in this story, but I'm hoping we can get him on the show in the future. He'll want to clear his name.
Oh, and fair warning: This podcast also includes a not-for-the-squeamish detailing of Mark Harmon's curious nipple placement.
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Bring it, Marx. Bring it...
Sean Daly is the pop music critic for the St. Petersburg Times. His CD collection -- from Journey to Dylan, Prince to U2, Public Enemy to Stan Getz -- is much bigger and better than yours.
So if Richard Marx himself wasn't sweaty after his "work out," then why was the money he gave you sweaty?
Where had he been storing it!?
Posted by: Brandon | June 01, 2008 at 11:54 PM
WOLVERINES!!!!!!
Posted by: Marissa | June 02, 2008 at 08:47 AM
I am totally overcome with the urge to yell out "HEY LADY!" at the moment.
Posted by: jane | June 02, 2008 at 10:11 AM
Jane,
Don't you mean "HEY LADEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"
By the way, how about dem Celts!
Posted by: sparky | June 02, 2008 at 12:56 PM
Well, yes. That's really what I meant, sparky. Thank you!
And how 'bout them Celts indeed! It's like the '80s all over again, with Celtics/Lakers matching up in the finals -- except the shorts are longer and Red is R.I.P. I'm pumped -- although our boys are going to have to play much better to handle Kobe and the Lakers.
Posted by: jane | June 02, 2008 at 02:00 PM
I once applied for a bell hop position as a recent high school grad. I didn't get the job...I was over qualified. But it don't mean nothing on those endless summer nights.
Posted by: scooterbucs | June 02, 2008 at 02:06 PM
Daly? Ah, yes, I remember him well. Slightly doughy. Sweated profusely. Hirsute as a porpoise.
I went searching for him after the show and found him in the mall parking lot getting to know some of the Fanilows better.
Posted by: B. Manilow | June 02, 2008 at 03:21 PM
I think the moral of your story is, always tip well as you never know who will be the next pop music critic. ;)
Posted by: 80sfan | June 02, 2008 at 09:14 PM