get to know me: [3/5] favorite movies: Chicago

“I loved Al Lipshitz more than I could possibly say. He was a real artistic guy, sensitive, a painter. But he was always trying to find himself. He’d go out every night looking for himself. And on the way, he found Ruth. Gladys. Rosemary. And Irving. I guess you could say we broke up because of artistic differences. He saw himself as alive. And I saw him dead.”

Seated in the green room for The Jonathon Ross Show, the band awaits the arrival of Tom Jones and all eyes are on Smith. Hunched over a basket of fish and chips, he sadly shakes his head when asked how his earlier search has ended. Soon after, a heavily made-up Jones enters the room, breezing past the band and saying a quick hello before taking his seat next to an actress who immediately occupies his attention.

Frusciante watches, smiling and waiting for the inevitable exchange. It doesn’t come. Instead, Jones exits to take his seat with the talk show host, leaving Frusciante to question, “Did he look at me?” Their manager assures him that Jones did indeed look his way, but John still looks dismayed. “I think he was looking at Chad.” Smith observes Frusciante’s annoyance with a bit of surprise. “You mean you like Tom Jones?” he asks.

Upon his return, Kiedis decides to strike up a conversation with Jones. “We might need you to play bass on this song,” he jokingly asks. “Shit,” laughs Jones, sipping in his third pint. “I don’t play bass.” Tom seems to address only Kiedis and Smith (Flea is still in his dressing room), and Frusciante sinks deeper in his chair before leaping up to practice his other obsession – yoga. Sweetly oblivious to everyone around him, Frusciante briefly contorts and twists his body, while a slightly bewildered Jones looks on.

Before Tom leaves, he shakes hands with everyone saying, “Hope to work with you someday.” An enormous grin stretches across Frusciante’s face. The group then takes the stage to perform an acoustic rendition of “Cabron,” and despite having never heard the song, the crowd cheers as though it’s a classic. A confused technician at the side of the stage scratches his head. “Doesn’t ‘cabron’ mean ‘asshole?’” he wonders out loud. “Or mean motherfucker,” Kiedis later clarifies. (Pulse, 2002)

Hands down the best part of Willie’s picnic was overhearing a dude say “Hey did you guys see that Waylon tribute that’s happening at ACL on Monday? All these same people are playing it. Do you know if Waylon’s gonna be there? I didn’t see him on the bill.” And all signs pointed to him being genuinely curious/serious.