a few years ago i had to fly to washington dc on business with a coworker. after 3 days there we were taking an evening flight back to houston on southwest airlines. if you’ve never flown southwest, allow me to familiarize you with their seat reservation system – there isn’t one. they call it a cattle call. basically, you show up, wait in line, get a pass and then board according to your number.

my co-worker and i are waiting in line to go through security and slightly ahead of us in line is some old dude, with that unshowered, spiky haired, purposely casual dirty jeans look that’s supposed to scream alternative rock star. yeah, like this guy:

 

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anyway my coworker says sarcastically, “hey, what’s kenny loggins doing here?”

after i finished snorting diet coke of my nose, i looked a second, and then said, “you know what, i think that is kenny loggins!”

when we got up to the security guard who was checking tickets we asked her if she had checked the guys’s id. she confirmed it was indeed kenny loggins. i have to hand it to my coworker. i can’t say i would have been able to pick him out of a line up based on the last picture i can remember seeing of the guy:

 

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 or even this:

we’re on the plane just about to take off, and at the last possible minute here come kenny and his entourage, with one guy who definitely looked like a session musician (white guy with a fro sporting a becker/fagen t-shirt). you know it’s hard out there for a washed up singer-songwriter if he’s been reduced to flying coach.

so i’d like to pay tribue to kenny when he was at the height of his career – scoring classic 80s box-office hits. here it is. the song that spawned a million fraternity parties!

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