Honk If You See A Clown's Nose

So I'm driving on the freeway this afternoon, or this morning, it was right around noon, and there's this guy driving next to me on my left. He looks almost exactly like Paul McCartney, only obviously he isn't because he has white hair. But as I am someone who plays a major role in Paul McCartney's artistic life, for the sake of the history of humanity I decide I should try to be more sure. I reposition my car in relation to him, so that now he is driving next to me on my right, and he still looks like Paul McCartney. So I decide there's only one way to be certain, I'll drive in front of him and look at him through my rear view mirror, as no one can fake this acid test. Before I can do this, however, the traffic gets bad and each lane is moving in fits and starts. I had considered previously driving behind him for quite a substantial distance to see if he was driving from L.A. to Liverpool, that would cinch it. But hey, if Paul McCartney wants to lose me he'll lose me, and if he wants to not lose me he won't lose me, irrespective of traffic. What do my steering wheel and gas pedal really have to do with it, considering the real options available to a billionaire? And then my lane of traffic (it's now been ten minutes since the last time the McCartney look-alike was anywhere near me) comes to a near-complete stop. It turns out, a van driven by a guy with clown makeup and a clown nose on had a completely flat tire, yet he was inching along just the same. And behind the van, inching along with blinkers flashing, a car also being driven by a guy with clown makeup and a clown nose on. Hey, you don't need clowns with flat tires, I can take a hint - unless.... well, it's pointless to conjecture when the possibilities are endless.

This reminded me of the time in 1983 when I was sitting next to a guy dressed up like Sherlock Holmes in London's Baker Street Underground Station. McCartney was across the platform, the rest of the station being nearly empty (it was May 13th, approximately 11pm, and I'm sure everyone who was there will verify everything I've reported here). The next day (still 1983) Nat Greenberg, an old friend of an old family friend (Phil Gordis, who plays Mr. Kelbman in my Dostoyevsky video), invited me to a dinner party (Nat used to live next door to McCartney in St. John's Wood). I had only been in London for a few days, had never been there before. After the dinner party (two weeks later), Nat said I could crash at an unoccupied house in St. John's Wood he was going to sell.

As for Baker Street, besides being known for a song I was an influence on, entitled "Baker Street" (which includes the line on which I was not an influence, "he's the rolling stone"), it is also commonly associated with Sherlock Holmes. Furthermore, shortly after the McCartney-and-Steinhoff-in-Baker-Street-Station moment, McCartney released the movie, "Give My Regards To Broad Street," where the bad guys are Rathbone Industries, actor Basil Rathbone being another name commonly associated with Sherlock Holmes (the shot introducing McCartney in "Broad Street" came from my 1978 video, "How Did The Future Learn To Play Monopoly," which I had left with film producer Sean Daniel, a friend of McCartney's and the first person from whom I had learned of CalArts, the school I attended).

So the main thing is, today is Mick Jagger's birthday: Happy birthday, Mick Jagger! (I think he's a Rolling Stone)

I almost forgot, it appears from something Seth Rogen said on Conan on Friday, 7/24 that his people also followed me, several weeks ago.