The traffic inches along. Just fast enough that I can’t e-brake, release the clutch, and relax my tensed leg muscles.
“Thank goodness for the gym,” I mumble to myself. But it’s worth it. Shortly, so shortly, I will be off the highway, and rolling into the parking lot of Viacom – aka, the MTV and many other tv stations headquarters.
I finally arrive. The elevator drops me in the lobby. The receptionist points. And there’s my band.
The only band whose every song they’ve sung, I’ve liked.
The guys who take the time to get to know their fans, to recognize them when they see them again.
A band who’s gone the extra mile by hand-delivering their first EP to my dorm door; and put my friend on the VIP list when I forgot to get her a ticket to their House of Blues concert.
A band where my friends and I have gone to concerts, and we left after Hunter Hunted played – as we had no interest in the headliners.
A band who’s growing whose stardom is catching up to the stars they’ve always been.
We all troop up to the MTV floor, into a little music studio, where Hunter Hunted will be giving a mini concert.
To some of the staff of Viacom.
And me. The only non-Viacom member.
like mad a bit. Instagrammed a little.
The set was short – only a couple numbers, including one of my favorite of their new songs:
The staff filed out – back off to their jobs (don’t I wish I could have a musical break in the middle of my day!).
I was able to do a one-question interview. (No pressure!)
A little more time spent chatting with Michael and Dan – about their lives, my life. Whatever – because these are guys who make you feel comfortable.
All too quickly I had to leave to meet up with friends at UCLA. But every time I meet with this band, it’s memories I’ll never forget.