New Year's Eve and it's hard to believe
another zodiac has gone around.

While you drank yourself high on hoping
and watched the ceiling spin from the ground.

Counting down from ten it's time
to make your annual prayer.

Secret santa in the sky
when will I get my share?

Then you tell yourself
what you want to hear.

Cause you have to believe.

This will be my year.

This will be my year...Semisonic


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Tuesday, July 20, 2004

Oh, geez...I didn't expect to start a show down at the Okay Corral with my Friday Fountains of Wayne commentary. 
 
Though in truth I did show it to a few people, some very objective and opinionated people.  People who tend to tell me when I am out of line and no one thought the ring comment was horrific.  Even when I said, "But do you think the ring comment is harsh?"  Everyone told me that I was over thinking it.
 
I guess what it comes down to if you read this blog consistently OR if you actually know me, you know that I am very supportive of all those boys.  I wouldn't continue to buy tickets, encourage people to go to shows or talk them up if I wasn't.
 
However, the reality of me is and only I can say this with me being me and all, but the reality is that I am very observant and this blog is a place for me to point out my observations.
 
Do you know how many times I've stared at those boys on stage?     
 
How many times have I introduced kids to the band when they were waiting for  autographs but were too affaid to ask?
 
Do you know how many outfits, pairs of shoes, haircuts, guitars, sound issues I could tell you about? 
 
How many times have I asked for an autograph or photo?  - Zero.
 
Do you know how many worried conversations I've had regarding how tired/thin/sad/stressed they've looked on stage? 
 
Did you know that I remember the time that Jody's fiancée came out on stage at the Bowery Ballroom and brought him a cake for his birthday?  He's not married you know.
 
I was once at a show when Chris said, "This song is called Barbara H and she's somewhere up there..." while pointing at the balcony. 

I was there when Chris' pants split down the center during a show.

What about the time that Steve fell off his stool while giggling, apparently because he was so drunk?

How about the time Mc G and I fought through rain and flooding to get to an in store, arrive half an hour late and still get there before Fountains?  And then drove an hour or so away to see them play again that night?  What about the look on Adam's face when he recognized us then?

Don't even get me started on sitting in the audience at the Letterman show when the girl fell off the ramp.

How about the butterflies in my stomach when I had to pick Adam up to interview him, convinced that he was going to think that I was foolish?

How about all the times I never interupted or bother Chris while he was talking on the phone inches away from me?

How about my first in store promotion at Atlantic being in support of their first album?

I won't go into it any further because my fandom is not to be doubted nor is my loyalty.  The reality is, who knows if Adam even has a ring?  It may have been lost in a large pool of water, for example Gilly's dad lost his ring in the Sea of Galilee. 
 
Keep in mind that no member of the band is safe from my scrutiny.
 
A couple of theories that I've actually discussed (though I am not certain if I did it here) are:

Rings may get removed because they cause discomfort while playing guitar/bass.

OR

Rings may not be worn if the person has lost a great deal of weight thus rendering them too large.
 
But it just occurred to me that my observation and response to a lack of a ring might be a result of a prior rock star experience earlier on in my life.
 
Back when I was in college I was on the concert committee.  One of the first bands we brought was the Goo Goo Dolls.  Post show I was sitting next to Johnny Reznik as a girl tries to hand him her bra, go home with him, whatever...and we started talking about being on the road.  I asked him if it was hard being away from his wife and he said it was the hardest thing of all.  I was impressed by his sincerity and how down to earth he was.  Quite possibly he was one of the first and few "famous" people that I found engaging and I've gone on to meet a lot of famous people.
 
A year or so later I read about him getting a divorce, something about the stress of a career, travel, rumors of cheating on the road and such.
 
I don't know what would be worse having a husband who never experiences the mainstream success he desires or a husband who ends up becoming a massive success.  In one case you end up with an unhappy husband and with the other you end up with a husband who you never see. 

 But don't read too much into it.  It's just an observation.



posted by JustKeepMum on 9:08 PM