SO THIS HAPPENED.
In some ridiculous twist of fate or happenstance or whatever, I wound up at The Rainbow on the Sunset Strip last week expecting to meet up with Ron Jeremy to talk about classical music, because, no joke, he’s releasing a classical music 7” on Record Store Day via Shooter Jennings’ new label, Black Country Rock. Twenty minutes before he and Shooter and I are supposed to meet up, I get a call from Shooter, who’s super apologetic and bummed: turns out Ron was in Vegas at the ACMs raging and promoting the single, and due to plane trouble, he missed the last flight out of Vegas and wouldn’t be able to meet us. Shooter and I hung out anyway and I can’t say enough wonderful things about the guy, and Black Country Rock—which is dropping four releases on Record Store Day, and releasing some newly remastered work from his dad and Wanda Jackson—seems like it’s got great things ahead.
And then there’s Ron. After working our schedules out, we made time for what I thought would be a quick phone call. We talked for 45 minutes about music videos, rap, rock, classical, where “Ron Jeremy’s Office” is, exactly, and what it means to visit it, etc. He was so funny and so sweet and really, really, really up on music, his Chopin, his Axl Rose punk cuts, everything. It was such a pleasure to speak with him and even though my parents are appalled (“We’re not mad, we’re disappointed”) that I took on such a racy assignment, this was fun. (I will say, though, that line about Ron’s abilities wasn’t in my original draft. I can’t write “dick” without blushing. Ha.) I guess I can add “Told a dirty joke to Ron Jeremy; made him laugh” to the resume.
Anyways, it’s a living.