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![]() Piven Party
Through ridiculous circumstances I found myself in the front row of a
Pearl Jam show at the United Center, maybe seven or eight years ago. I
was already to the max with star-struck enthusiasm--PJ was my favorite
band, like, forever--and Eddie Vedder had already jumped down off the
stage to shake my hand and give me a guitar pick.
Then there was a familiar face to my right. I could almost place it.
It was that Jeremy guy--no pun on the Pearl Jam thing. That actor. That
dude from Chicago. Pervin? Pelvin? I didn't know. Give me
a break, I was still in high school. Then I got it: Piven. Keep
in mind, this was well before "Entourage," so he was hardly a
household name--he was that guy from the Cusack movies. Now that I think
about it, this was probably around the time he was on the "Ellen"
sitcom. Problem was, I didn't know how to pronounce his name, yet I felt
obligated to say something to him, a feeling of "What the hell, I'm in
the front row of a Pearl Jam concert, I should rub shoulders with
celebrities, because I'm really cool, because I'm here too and I'm only
17."
So I went in for the kill during the encore, after McCready ripped
through the "Alive" solo. "Hey man," I said to Piven, "is your name
Jeremy?"
He looked disturbed. "Uh-huh."
"I really loved `PCU,'" I said extending my hand to his. He
obliged.
"Thanks man! It's one of my favorites."
And that was it. Pearl Jam hit the stage again and I kind of forgot
all about Jeremy Piven. I've never since had any celeb encounters like
the ones I had when I was seventeen. Jesus, does anyone?
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