The Smoking Gun has a collection of dressing room requirements of big name singers. All things considered, Tina Turner is my kind of gal (chocolate milk and ribs, yum). Reading it reminds me of the time a certain wunderkind from a big name Internet company came to visit a startup where I work, and his assistant phoned ahead with his personal list of requirements: sticky buns for breakfast, pizza for lunch, and Coca Cola. Oh, how we guffawed.