I stole Gavin Rossdale‘s guitar pick today.  And that wasn’t even the weirdest/most interesting part of the day.

Gavin’s record label held a quick showcase at their own venue today, and I was lucky enough to head over there for lunch and music.  After he was introduced by one of the most powerful people in the record industry (who I later met, which was a little surreal for me), Gavin took the stage with a band (not Bush) and played a bunch of songs that he’s been writing over the past few months or so, then closed with “Machinehead,” one of my favorite Bush tracks.  Also surreal:  Watching Gavin on stage and feeling a presence beside me, then looking over and realizing the blonde standing next to me is Gwen Stefani.

No, the weirdest part of the day came a few moments after the performance, when I met someone who has the same last name as me and almost the same first name (he’s Steve, and occasionally people will mishear my name and think I said “Steve"), though we’re not related… and we realized we were both dressed exactly the same.  Literally.  The only difference was that he was wearing sneakers and I was wearing black shoes, although he mentioned he had thought about wearing black shoes this morning before going for the sneakers.  Apparently, we both got the family newsletter detailing the outfit everyone with our last name needed to wear today.