Poseur. Wannabe. Egomaniac. I’m sure one of those words will be hurled at me for this idea, but at this point, I’m too in love with the idea.
I’ve been a huge James Bond fan for as long as I can remember. Loved the movies, and owned them all on DVD before an unfortunate car theft. Own a few of the books. A model of the Lotus. The first edition S.T. Dupont 007 Lighter, which, at least here, has appreciated in value since I bought it. Organized a group of friends to dress up in dinner jackets and as Bond girls to see Casino Royale on opening night. I have a 007 decal on the back of my MacBook Pro.
Last Saturday night, I went to a neighborhood cafe to get some work done, and they had a gentleman playing guitar for ambiance. For most of the evening, it was pleasant background music. But then…he started playing the James Bond Theme. I walked over, dropped $5 in his tip jar, and returned to my table where he then noticed my laptop. Didn’t think much more of it.
Tonight, went back to the cafe, and he was there again. Selfishly thinking the world revolved around me, I hoped he would recognize me and just start playing the theme song. Unfortunately, he didn’t, but I did give him $5 again to play the song. I told him next time, I’d need him to play it as soon as I walk into the cafe. Maybe narcissist is a better word.
Now, there is one place that I just realized I could affect my own entrance music: Wingtip.
Here’s how: a couple of our members who started Stage Two, an integrated digital agency, worked out a deal with one of their clients, Sonos, to outfit the club with wireless music in the bar & lounge, library, billiards room, and wine cellar. Sonos has an iPhone app for controlling your Sonos system, and since I have the password, I can change the music in the club from my phone before I even enter. Cue the James Bond Theme.
Megalomaniacal? Absolutely. And the ritual will start on Monday…