Meeting Todd Rundgren

by Really Philly…

I was down in the French Quarter the other day when I came across none other than Todd Rundgren himself. Who? Todd Rundgren. You know, the singer/songwriter with Top 40 hits in the 70s like Hello It’s Me and I Saw the Light? Doesn’t ring a bell? Bang the Drum All Day? Can We Still Be Friends?  Still nothing?

Anyway, I was strolling down Toulouse when up walks Todd Rundgren, big as life. I couldn’t believe it. The man who made Woody’s Truck Stop and the Nazz, about to walk right by me like he was nobody at all. Not gonna happen.

“Excuse me,” I said, stepping in front of him. He almost tripped over me.

“Yes?” he said.

“I can’t believe it’s you,” I said.

“Yep,” he said, “it’s me.”

“Todd Rundgren,” I said. “In the flesh. I mean, I’m your biggest fan.”

“Thank you,” he said.

“I was wondering if I could get a quick picture of you. Of us. Together.”

“Uh, sure,” he said. “But if you don’t mind, I’m gonna have to charge you twenty bucks.”

“Twenty bucks?”

“Yeah,” he said. “The thing is, it’s not me, it’s my agent.”

“Okay.”

“It’s a record company thing.”

“Sure,” I said. “No problem.” I handed him twenty dollars.

Then, we took our picture together. Me, and Todd Rundgren. Wow. Wait till I tell… Well, wait till I tell somebody.

What went down next, I would never know about. It happened after I was gone.

One of Todd’s friends, a homeless guy, approached him and said, “What was that?”

“I don’t know,” said Todd Rundgren. “Just some guy. Gave me twenty bucks to take a picture with me.”

“Twenty bucks?’

“Yeah. Apparently he thought I was Todd Rundgren.”

“Todd who?”

“I don’t know. Must be somebody famous. Was worth twenty bucks.”

“Twenty bucks?” said his hobo friend. Let’s go get some beer and smokes.”

Still, for me, it will always be the day I met Todd Rundgren.
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The REAL Todd Rundgren with my friend Graham Kraker on Toulouse St. in New Orleans, ca. 2010

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About the Author
Philip Loyd loves fat chicks and cheap beer, though not necessarily in that order. His first novel, You Lucky Bastard, is represented by New York Literary Agent Jan Kardys. Loyd lives in Dumbass, Texas.  Find out more about Loyd at http://PhilipLoyd.com


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2 thoughts on “Meeting Todd Rundgren

  1. Back in the ’70s, when I used to hang out at the Rainbow in LA, there was a guy that was pretty much a double for Todd. It’s entirely possible he might now be a hobo in N.O. On the other hand, this sounds like something the real Todd might do. When I met him backstage at one of his shows in the ’90s, I walked up to him and said — in my smart-ass, music biz insider voice — “I have two words for you: Woody’s Truckstop.” He said, “I have two words for you: blow me.”

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    • That picture at the end of the story, that’s the real Todd R on Toulouse Street with my friend JG, and me taking the photo. We met him there a few years ago.

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