![]() ![]() The only problem was that he got into Aerosmith a little too late: when he started really digging them they broke up.Ī cornerstone of Marc's collection of Aerosmith memorabilia was an empty bag of Doritos and a small Ziploc bag full of cigarette butts that he'd snatched from Joe Perry's hotel room at the Sunset Marquis. He never got caught and he just caught amazing live shots of Aerosmith. He'd sneak in a very nice, professional-grade camera and a collection of lenses by taking the whole apparatus apart and stashing the individual pieces in his pants, the arms of his jacket, and wherever else they fit. Once Marc had his seats sorted out, his little operation was just getting going. It was all a big game to him he was like a kid trading baseball cards, but come showtime, he was the kid who walked away with the rarest cards up for grabs. Marc had also gotten himself in with the local ticket-scalping community somehow: he'd buy a load of tickets for a show, then trade among the scalpers until he had bartered his way up to the perfect pair of ?oor seats. It did, however, inspire stalking, stealing, trespassing, and a few other mildly illegal pursuits in the name of the cause. Marc definitely didn't dress the part he looked like no more than a rock fan with a taste for Aerosmith T-shirts, because he never let his fandom go so far as to inspire sartorial homage to Steven or Joe. He'd transformed his room into a wall-to-wall shrine: his Aerosmith posters were a continuous collage that looked like wallpaper, he had cataloged copies of every magazine that they'd ever appeared in, he maintained an orderly gallery, in plastic sleeves, of signed photographs, and he had amassed enough rare foreign vinyl and bootleg concert cassettes to open a record store. I wouldn't have called it in a million years, but he'd dedicated his entire life to Aerosmith. When we reconnected, Marc was someone else entirely: he was a sterling specimen of the obsessed, die-hard rock devotee. He was by no means a total "rock guy"-that was more my angle, if broad strokes were drawn. ![]() In the interim, he'd undergone a metamorphosis: when I'd seen him last, he was a music fan and was just beginning to take on a role in running the family business at Canter's Deli. I hadn't seen Marc Canter in about a year, for no other reason than that we'd each been busy doing other things. ![]()
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