He was a fan of Modest Mouse, you know.

I know because three times during a Modest Mouse performance at the Bowery Ballroom in Manhattan last year, Heath Ledger stepped on my toes as he tried to maneuver his way through the packed crowd while completely engaged in composing a text message from his red Motorola Razor phone.  I was wearing my brand new moccasins, the kind that lace up to the knee - very hesher of me, I know.  The first time I let it slide, but on the way back, carrying two beers in plastic cups, frat-boy style, he managed to spill them all over my suede fringed beauties.    What did I do?  I took out my Treo and text messaged everyone I know.  Disgruntled, I spent several hours the next day trying to scuff the beer stains off with a pumice stone.  They will never look the same.