I’m pretty sure I saw former Nirvana bassist Krist Novoselic getting off the G train at the Metropolitan stop in Brooklyn last night. He was dressed in business casual attire, carrying a brief case/satchel, and listening to something on an iPhone. He was also black and a woman.
No, I’m kidding. It really looked like him. I almost said something, but I was afraid I’d miss the train. What if it had turned out not to be Krist Novoselic? How do you explain to your friends you’re late to their pizza party because you thought you saw some old-ass grunge dude but it just turned out to be some regular business guy? I’d never live that down.
Believe it or not, this is the closest brush with fame I’ve had in New York since I moved here nine months ago. It’s a little weird, too, because I’ve been working on a piece about Nirvana for a couple of days now and I just mentioned Krist’s name in a review I wrote of that new Flipper DVD.
Is God trying to tell me something? Am I supposed to communicate something to Krist Novoselic on behalf of Our Supreme Being? Have I just been drinking too much Malta lately? I don’t know. I should probably seek medical attention, but I don’t think there’s any kind of treatment yet for Restless Novoselic Syndrome (RNS).
For now, I’m going to say that was Krist Novoselic exiting the G train last night, only because then I can officially and correctly state that 66.6% of Nirvana has come withing striking distance of JG2. Some of you old timers may recall my epic touching of Dave Grohl’s knee in the year 2000. I should recount that wild episode in an entirely separate blog entry at a later date. It was a real humdinger.