Guest Post: Lenny Kravitz -- The Man I Wish I Never Met
Plain and simple. You don't want to mess with a writer.
Writers are observers. Writers are communicators.
We. Speak. Up.
It would probably be best if you stopped underestimating our powers.
Meet my friend (and first guest poster) Ester. She's from the Netherlands. She's a writer. And, quite frankly, she rocks. (In more ways than one.)
Ester is also a H-U-G-E Lenny Kravitz fan. She had the opportunity to meet him recently. Here's what went down:
Lenny Kravitz -The Man I Wish I Never Met
by Ester Bos
A friend blessed me with a meet and greet with Lenny Kravitz. Of course I would travel over 1200 kilometers for that. I wish I hadn't.
Oh, he was everything I dreamed he would be. Kind, polite, humble, thankful. His body in balance with grace, beauty and strength.
I think I saw his spirit shine. Shine with love. So yes, he was able to live up to my expectations.
I thanked him for spreading such a positive message. He seemed eager to hear what I had to say. Our hands accidentally touching. He turned so he would face me. Looked into my eyes while he thanked me. He told me that it really meant a lot to him.
I'm this small town girl. He is this big star. I knew I wasn't going to be his new best friend. But he does fulfill my every desire. You know, musically speaking.
What I didn't know was that the only way to meet him was to have my picture taken with him. I tried to tell his tour manager that I had no need for this sort of trophy. I wanted to make good use of the little time that I had with him. I wanted to talk to him. She didn't understand. This was the way it had to be done.
I know I'm the odd one out.
So when they had me standing next to him, I did not look at the camera. I spoke. He seemed surprised that anyone was even talking to him.
How is it Lenny, to be treated as this precious thing in the rare objects cabinet? To be such a phenomenon that people want proof they met you? And that the proof is more important than the actual interaction with you? My heart bleeds for you.
You know how the universe always gives you what you ask for? That photo? I still haven't got it.
My meet and greet with Lenny Kravitz, the whole 30 seconds, all happened while the band was already playing 'Come On Get It'. So after the camera clicked, he had to leave. And left me craving for something that can never be.
Now for the first time in the 18 years that I've been his fan, I can't bring myself to listen to his music. It hurts too much. I don't think that Lenny Kravitz wanted this for me.
I know he is probably doing it all to himself. But I think he deserves much much better. And so does my friend who payed thousands of dollars for this 'amazing opportunity'.
Where can you get more Ester? Well, right here, of course: