So there I was, in NYC, at the most absurd gala fund-raising dinner I’ve ever attended (which, for me, is saying something). I saw Debbie Harry (!), Geoffrey Wright, and some other famous people milling about the ballroom, but nothing, NOTHING, could have prepared me for the announcement that came over the PA as we prepared to dig in to the smoked salmon salad:

“Ladies and Gentlemen, please stand and remain standing for the singing of the National Anthem by our very special guest, MISTER SEBASTIAN BACH!”

There he was, hair down to his shoulder bladers, vest buttoned all the way up, eyeliner smeared, arms akimbo, glam vibrato in full effect, singing (not well) the song of songs. I couldn't resist going up to meet him afterwards. He told me he had heard of my band. He told me about his recent tour of Scandinavia opening for Motley Crue (just like the old days!) being backed up by Rob Halford's band (they share, apparently). He told me that Vince Neil was a dick (um... DUH). He told me that he liked acting. Then he said something vaguely racist, went off in search of his wife, and poof! He was gone. All I got was this amazing cell phone picture.