My husband is addicted to Pawn Stars. Like, if I hear the phrase "back in the day" one more time I might go postal. Seriously? When you start an explanation of the significance of 13th Century Italian poetry with the phrase "back in the day" you need to reconsider using it. The episode I was held hostage with...er, watching last night on Netflix, "Like A Rolling Chum" from season 3, involved getting Bob Dylan's autograph on an original pressing of his 1970 album Self Portrait to increase its value. As it turned out Dylan was in Vegas at the time so naturally store owner Rick sent store stooge Chumley on this Very Important Mission. Dylan has at times been churlish about signing anything so Rick seemed to be operating on the "angels protect fools and children" principle and it worked. Unfortunately he signed it "To Chumley" which raised its value only a fraction of what his signature alone would have.
The thing that makes Dylan's signature valuable (aside from the fact that he's freaking Bob Dylan) is that asking for one is a crap shoot. Which brings me to Richard Armitage (yes, I know, save it). I've spent the last few days reading delighted messages from other fans, from the UK to Singapore, thrilled to have gotten the signed photos they requested months ago. I don't even want to think about the amount of time this guy spent signing pictures, books and other ephemera while on vacation. Really, dude? Thanks. Cloud 9 is pretty full right now. The monetary value of your autograph is going to be nil but its worth to your fans is priceless. Have some Stevie Wonder on the house.