The last few days in Houston have been big. Really big. In 2004, we hosted the Super Bowl, which was nice — a weekend at the center of the American entertainment universe — the real one, not the SXSW entertainment-you’ve-never-heard-of universe. This week, though, you couldn’t turn around and tie your shoe in this town without having some big time celebrity throw a nickel into your asscrack.
Saturday night, for example, none other than Flavor Flav was spotted at a burger joint a few miles from my home. Reports indicate that it was, in fact, awesome, and that yes, he was wearing a clock.Then Tuesday night at The Proletariat, The Black Math Experiment hosted a free show, with special guest, David Arquette. As you surely know, The Black Math Experiment are the masterminds behind You Cannot Kill David Arquette, so it makes sense that he was there.But the real superstar showed up Wednesday, unannounced, at the annual Houston Hispanic Chamber of Commerce luncheon, and your buddy Fled was en la casa.
The winding introduction gave clues, but the special guest was kept under wraps, as far as I could tell from the back of the room, until the unveiling. The bio however, sounded familiar – Native Texan. Texas Supreme Court. Counsel to the President. Thinks Habeas Corpus is a fancy hotel near Whataburger Field. Oh crap. It’s Al.
It is possible that Alberto “Albert” Gonzales “Bush” was, as he indicated, actually in the middle of a nationwide tour to raise youth awareness of the dangers of empowering internet predators (adding ChRisHanSenIzA CoCkblocKer to your myspace friends for example, would be a bad idea). It is also possible that, in the face of a hostile nation and a scandal which, by all rights, should become the shameful final chapter of a shameful tenure as Attorney General, Alberto needed a hug.
Whatever his motivation, he came to the right place, as the Chamber faithful, 900+ total, rose to give AG a warm Houston welcome home – leaving me and Melissa Noriega sitting respectfully until it became clear that our options were stand or Gitmo. I stood, but I haven’t seen Melissa since.
In the interest of full disclosure, I should inform the reader that Albert Gonzales and I are, in the classical, “definition one” sense of the term, homeboys. He graduated from Aldine’s MacArthur High, less than a mile away from where I grew up, a scant 5 years after my dad did, and a meager 21 years before I chose not to go there, due to, I now know, him. That said, I find the Honorable Attorney General to be, in the less classical, “definition five” sense of the term, a knob
Al talked about… well nothing in particular. He said he had work to do and couldn’t be derailed by “Congress” asking “questions” about “political intimidation.” He’s trying to conquer evil right now, Nancy; it’s not a good time.
He talked about his cover story for getting out of Washington – online predators, and he did let slip that he enjoyed dinner Tuesday night with his mom in the house he grew up in. He also mentioned that he grew up with modest means, which means his mom likely still lives in a crap hole. Way to take care of mom, Albert.
Frankly though, what was most striking about the show was that he was there at all. The visit was totally unannounced – no mention in the printed program, no buzz about a special guest. The MSM was obviously tipped, but even they made no prior mention. We’re all getting ready to have our salad, and all of the sudden, up to the podium walks one of the most powerful men in the country. In the neighborhood. Thought he’d stop by. It was an odd experience, but I couldn’t help but wonder, think, hope… Maybe…he’s house shopping.
Friday, Albert, 3:30. You gotta take care of your homeboy!