Something ain't Kool

For those of you who might have opened Weekend this morning and wondered why I didn't write a full feature on Kool & The Gang, I thought I'd explain some things.

Everyone has schedule changes. Sometimes I'll have a phone interview with someone scheduled and something will come up and I'll reschedule it. This doesn't go down often, but stuff happens. So when Kool from The Gang first blew me off last week, I didn't think too much of it.

We figured out a new time, to talk last Friday at 9:30 a.m. Now Fridays are days off for me, and as someone who likes to sleep in, getting up early made me sad. When Kool didn't call again, I became very sad ... and groggy.

While I was at the gym, at around 2:30 p.m., Kool finally called and expected me to drop everything and interview him then. Wait, let me be more specific: Kool didn't call, but rather his publicist contacted me while he stood and talked in the background.

Obviously, covered in sweat, with racquetball racquet in hand and in the middle of LA Fitness, the interview wasn't going to happen, so we rescheduled for Saturday at 9:30 a.m., the morning of my other day off. Once again, I got up, tired as poop and without coffee, and waited for my cell phone to ring. Once again, it didn't.

Rescheduled for Monday; once again, no call. You see, Kool and co. seem not think it's important to honor meetings. That's OK. But nothing would have made me happier than spending my morning talking about the genesis of "Celebration" and then passing that info onto my dear readers.

Sadly, you and I may never know what went down the day magic happened and "Get Down On It" was born. Makes me want to cry. By the way, I'm sleeping in tomorrow.