Today I came across an article via Marc Randazza about Richard Marx. In the article, a blogger said Richard Marx is “shameless”. Marx in turn said “say that to my face” and met the guy at a bar in Chicago.
Well, here is the thing. I want to meet Richard Marx. too! But there is the problem on my end. I actually like Richard Marx. I have nothing nasty to say about him or his music. Truth be told, I actually like Richard Marx:
I mean, lets face it. The 80s were awesome. And Richard Marx wrote the kind of manly hair ballads you wanted to put on a mix tape for the girl you had a crush on.
So let’s try this….
Richard, I dug your music in the 80s, and I still dig it today. You’re pretty cool in my book. So if you’re ever in Philadelphia, will you come have a cheesesteak with me? I’m being serious. Don’t worry, we won’t go somewhere lame like Pat’s or Geno’s, we will go somewhere delicious like Tony Luke’s or John’s Roast Pork. [Editor’s Note: Holy crap, Tony Luke lost 100lbs. Good for you, Tony! You look great.] It would be pretty awesome to have a cheesesteak with Richard Marx.
Don’t make me get 1,000,000 likes on Facebook. Let’s make this happen.