Last night I was standing with my eminent colleagues Eliot Brown and John Koblin, along with our editor, Kyle Pope, outside of the Old Town Bar on East 18th Street–a place described as a dim, grumpy and beloved holdout that’s lit in perpetual twilight. From afar, I noticed Ric Ocasek walking towards us. I noticed him because he looked exactly like Ric Ocasek, which is to say that he looked like he’d spent the day napping in a toaster with Patti Smith. But who’s to judge; he’s been married to Paulina Porizkova for 20 years.
Kyle stopped him to say hello, and to tell him that he’s on the back cover of this week’s Observer. Mr. Ocasek seemed surprised and happy to hear that. While our editor went into the bar to grab a copy of the paper, Eliot and John stood against the wall quietly. So I said hello. I told him about Old Town (which, weirdly, he’d never been to), and volunteered that while I of course really liked the Cars, Weezer’s Blue Album, which he produced, was the first CD that I really fell head-over-heels for as a ten-year-old. He seemed really happy to hear that. Kyle came out, handed over a paper, and Ric Ocasek waddled along into the night.