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Oh. My. God.

He is beautiful, adorable, gorgeous, hot, charming, funny, and a great, daring, actor. I first saw him in “Amorres Perros” and he broke my heart.

Because, good God, is he sexy!

I’ve loved the Beastie Boys since high school, when “Licensed to Ill” came out. I like how they’ve kept their music fresh over the years, and how they’ve matured. I can relate to them.

Years ago, they stayed in the hotel at which I worked. I never got to talk to them, just saw them frequently, wandering around and looking so fine!

They still look good :)

Met them after a concert. My friend and I had gotten separated from our ride back to the city (the venue was up in the hills). Kevin Haskins, the drummer, noticed us trying to figure out what to do, and came up to us, asking how we’d liked the show, then if we would like a ride back, and would we like to come to their after party.

This was nice. My friend and I were not the groupie types, however, and, especially when we got to their (crowded and safe) hotel room and then the party, this seemed to be the sort of energy they were looking for. Kind of disappointing for me.

Partied with them after a show. My fiend had known them all for years – she was a Venice Beach girl. They were fun, albeit a little wild and crazy.

I met Willie when I was out hiking on my family’s land on the Western Slope in Colorado. He was visiting friends whose land abutted our parcel, and they were spending the afternoon riding (horseback). I was just a little kid, but I was already a big fan. He had a nice presence – real “salt of the earth”.

Met these guys after a show. My girlfriend and I had gotten to sit on the front of the stage (we knew “people”), and Mike Ness played guitar to me. He was so sexy, my heart was all a-flutter.

We all talked for sometime afterwards, and they were so nice – Mike Ness was adorable, and so was the drummer. They came to a party some people I knew were throwing, and were friendly and chill.

Excuse the expression, but I love it when well-known people “keep it real”.

A strange little bird.

(As to another poster’s question, “Where is she?”, I would guess that she’s slouched at some corner table, chain-smoking and furiously scribbling away, in pencil, in a journal.)

I used to work in a restaurant located in a nice downtown hotel. Tangerine Dream were one of many bands who stayed there. I “met” the lead singer, so to speak, when he came into the restaurant and pitched a fit because he arrived almost 2 hours after breakfast – we were shortly to open for lunch – and he was pissed that he couldn’t get what he wanted to eat. He called me little b$tch or something close to it (I was in shock because I’d been excruciatingly polite to him). He was a complete a$$hole.

I’ve refused to listed to their music since.