It's all good.
Dec. 18th, 2009 12:45 amAbout three hours ago I was in a stuffy office someplace updating Yellow Pages ads, and decided to just go out for a bit. Just for some air. Got in the elevator, down eight floors, and out the front. I just make it to the footpath when, through tired eyes, I think I recognise someone. I think I notice him recognise me. I turn, he turns.
I'm crap at names. Really really crap. But I remembered this guy: Darius Mendoza. 3-4 years ago I lived in St Kilda East and he worked as a barista there. We got talking once, on his last day, and swapped life stories.
It turned out his two sisters made up that group Jackson Mendoza. You might remember them from a few years ago if you're Australian. When I last saw him Darius was headed to London to work on an album as a new act with his sisters, having gotten a producer with clout onboard. Also he had penned a book of poetry and was working on a novel. Anyway, there he was, walking past just as I exited. So we shook hands and talked. He remembered me, I remembered him, he got my details. Turns out he managed to get his novel into the hands of Harper Collins without an agent, so hopefully something'll come from that.
It was a weird and timely coincidence. There are some people I just don't forget: he was one and Jenny's another. So we'll probably catch up and shoot the breeze. London sounded like a rollercoaster but he's rolling with the hits so that's all good. To walk out of a crappy job and into a reminder of possibilities like that... and right on cue...just brilliant. Three minutes later I was back inside but Helsinki felt like it was just next door.
I'm crap at names. Really really crap. But I remembered this guy: Darius Mendoza. 3-4 years ago I lived in St Kilda East and he worked as a barista there. We got talking once, on his last day, and swapped life stories.
It turned out his two sisters made up that group Jackson Mendoza. You might remember them from a few years ago if you're Australian. When I last saw him Darius was headed to London to work on an album as a new act with his sisters, having gotten a producer with clout onboard. Also he had penned a book of poetry and was working on a novel. Anyway, there he was, walking past just as I exited. So we shook hands and talked. He remembered me, I remembered him, he got my details. Turns out he managed to get his novel into the hands of Harper Collins without an agent, so hopefully something'll come from that.
It was a weird and timely coincidence. There are some people I just don't forget: he was one and Jenny's another. So we'll probably catch up and shoot the breeze. London sounded like a rollercoaster but he's rolling with the hits so that's all good. To walk out of a crappy job and into a reminder of possibilities like that... and right on cue...just brilliant. Three minutes later I was back inside but Helsinki felt like it was just next door.