Who is Chapell Roan? (1 Viewer)

[rettucs]

Hi thumpedGPT who is Chappell Roan?

Are they any relation to Bally Roan?

thanks

 

[flashback]

As long as we can all agree nick cave is a monster we’ll be sound.

I'm not sure if the story is apocryphal or not, but when I was living in West Cork a very long time ago Nick was staying in the area, somewhere around Skib.

Anyway the story went something along the lines of Nick would drop into the local pub furnished with a piano, have a few pints, and then start knocking out tunes. So you had the local pub with Nick Cave cranking out tunes, gratis. One day Nick arrived in, and as he's on the way over to the piano the bartender announces "No piano or singing today Nick. Just can't handle it today. Thanks."

And Nick Cave turned, and sat back down at the bar.

 

[JohnnyRaz]

I'm not sure if the story is apocryphal or not, but when I was living in West Cork a very long time ago Nick was staying in the area, somewhere around Skib.

Anyway the story went something along the lines of Nick would drop into the local pub furnished with a piano, have a few pints, and then start knocking out tunes. So you had the local pub with Nick Cave cranking out tunes, gratis. One day Nick arrived in, and as he's on the way over to the piano the bartender announces "No piano or singing today Nick. Just can't handle it today. Thanks."

And Nick Cave turned, and sat back down at the bar.

That’s like the Tom waits/west of Ireland story. Tom hammering out tunes - barman tells him to stop, somoeone says ‘but that’s Tom waits’ barman says ‘I don’t care if it’s red Hurley, no singing in my pub’

 

[flashback]

That’s like the Tom waits/west of Ireland story. Tom hammering out tunes - barman tells him to stop, somoeone says ‘but that’s Tom waits’ barman says ‘I don’t care if it’s red Hurley, no singing in my pub’

Arg. OK, so it's probably a made up one!

Nick was around Skib at the time. Jeremy Irons dropped into the Jolly Roger on Sherkin one night and cranked a few numbers out with the aid of a Bouzouki. I didn't even recognize him until he started speaking.

 

[therealjohnny]

I wonder if Chappel Roan's mega stardom adversely affect CMAT. They have a similar shtick and sound a lot alike.

 

[Cornu Ammonis]

Arg. OK, so it's probably a made up one!

Nick was around Skib at the time. Jeremy Irons dropped into the Jolly Roger on Sherkin one night and cranked a few numbers out with the aid of a Bouzouki. I didn't even recognize him until he started speaking.

I was trying to have a fight in Dalkey a couple of weeks ago and Steve Buscemi walked up and settled our differences peacefully. Didn’t recognise him til he put on a baseball cap and did his “Hey fellow kids” routine from 30 Rock.

 

[magicbastarder]

One of the more unusual celebrity interactions anyone I know has had, is a friend of my wife who lived in the apartment above David hassellhoff (in Malibu I think?); and several times had to lead him back down to his own apartment when he got home steaming drunk, got out of the lift on the wrong floor and would try to get into her apartment.

 

[therealjohnny]

One of the more unusual celebrity interactions anyone I know has had, is a friend of my wife who lived in the apartment above David hassellhoff (in Malibu I think?); and several times had to lead him back down to his own apartment when he got home steaming drunk, got out of the lift on the wrong floor and would try to get into her apartment.

Would they tell him, as they escorted him home "don't worry about it, it's no hassle Hoff"?

 

[flashback]

One of the more unusual celebrity interactions anyone I know has had, is a friend of my wife who lived in the apartment above David hassellhoff (in Malibu I think?); and several times had to lead him back down to his own apartment when he got home steaming drunk, got out of the lift on the wrong floor and would try to get into her apartment.

Might have told this one before. i think my favourite one was I was walking towards 6th ave, with Wash Sq on my left, aiming for the subway station. It's dark, because the park isn't crazy well lit, and whatever that road that goes down to 6th ave isn't either, winter time, cold NY night, and this absolutely DEMENTED looking lad is coming towards me.
I looked up, and locked eyes with him and brain immediately went into ahh bolllllix mode, and started working out escape routes. His face was manic looking, gave off these kind of "I've been doing meth for about 20 years now, and I've only grown stronger during that time" vibes, his eyes were riveted on me, not in a nice way, in a manic you're on the menu way.

I'm trying to work out if I should turn and run, or if I can squeeze really tightly into the wall on my right and scoot past because the turnstyle was only about 40 meters away, I could just about make it, assuming I wasn't stabbed to death in the meantime. Which was around the 50/50 chances mark now. I'm squeezed onto the wall, I have my subway swipe card in my hand, I'm keeping tabs on the insane looking lad but not making eye contact because every time I do that part of my soul get pulled out of my eyeballs into his eyeballs, generally in a state of panic.

The moment I get past him, I bolt and don't stop until I'm through the turnstile barrier thing, which swiped first time.

Standing on the platform, fight of flight winding down, brain starting to function again... at which point I realised it was Willem Dafoe.

 

[ernesto]

Might have told this one before. i think my favourite one was I was walking towards 6th ave, with Wash Sq on my left, aiming for the subway station. It's dark, because the park isn't crazy well lit, and whatever that road that goes down to 6th ave isn't either, winter time, cold NY night, and this absolutely DEMENTED looking lad is coming towards me.
I looked up, and locked eyes with him and brain immediately went into ahh bolllllix mode, and started working out escape routes. His face was manic looking, gave off these kind of "I've been doing meth for about 20 years now, and I've only grown stronger during that time" vibes, his eyes were riveted on me, not in a nice way, in a manic you're on the menu way.

I'm trying to work out if I should turn and run, or if I can squeeze really tightly into the wall on my right and scoot past because the turnstyle was only about 40 meters away, I could just about make it, assuming I wasn't stabbed to death in the meantime. Which was around the 50/50 chances mark now. I'm squeezed onto the wall, I have my subway swipe card in my hand, I'm keeping tabs on the insane looking lad but not making eye contact because every time I do that part of my soul get pulled out of my eyeballs into his eyeballs, generally in a state of panic.

The moment I get past him, I bolt and don't stop until I'm through the turnstile barrier thing, which swiped first time.

Standing on the platform, fight of flight winding down, brain starting to function again... at which point I realised it was Willem Dafoe.

Was he wearing his prada pants?

 

[Scientician 0.8]

Was he wearing his prada pants?

He's Catholic.

 

[flashback]

Was he wearing his prada pants?

Loose black hoody thing, big cloth bag of laundry over his shoulder. I'm sure he had his Prada caks on too though. Don't leave home without them.