Rave

Apparently I don't have a life. I fritter away my days and do all of those insanely intriguing things I do in the course of a day and I rarely get a phone call or a text. I get the periodic Facebook message or email, and, otherwise, unless I have plans, I press the button on my heartrak ecat so the heart people will call me. Unfortunately they just want to know my symptoms. They don't have time to chat either.

So, today, my phone blew up.....you ready for it...because Jani Lane is DEAD. I hate to be crass, but, and let's just be clear on this NOW, my blog, my opinions. You no likey - you write your own blog....or comment so I can give you a hard time. I'm not indifferent. I am sensitive to the loss of life. The man had two children for crying out loud. However, apparently a lot of people thought this would be important news for me to have...

I had a life once, right?

Sooooooooooooooooo, brief blog dedicated to Jani Lane...kind of....

I think I met Jani Lane once, but I am not super clear on that, which, could be attributable to a myriad of things, but, most likely involves the simple fact that I have the memory of an oven mitt.

The thing about the band meetings was this.....I always singled out a band member (yeah I know, the dots), I always singled out a band memeber who was the LOVE OF MY LIFE. There was one in each band, and I really loved that person so much, and I felt confident that if I targeted one person in the band and dedicated all my love to him and none of his band mates that special someone would put me on a tour bus after a show and sweep me away into a fairy tale, big hair band world.....where I'd eventually meet Jon Bon Jovi.

This was all before 1991. Well, most of it.

You know....he killed everyone else's chance forever.

Don't feel disappointed that it wasn't Adam. He knows I almost forced my way onto Eddie's tour bus 2 years ago in Nashville. There are no secrets here.

Anyway...

My Warrant target was bassist, Jerry Dixon. Exhibit A:



I am not sure where we were or why or when or how. But he posed for a picture and walked away at which point I am sure I went home and cried, called WZYP on my clear phone with the cool colorful innards, asked who would be at the VBCC next(yes, damnit, it will always be the V.B.C.C, got it....whoever took that extraneous C out must not be a native Huntsvillian), and started planning the next target.

I have pictures. This stuff is not made up. I even tracked down phone numbers and such. I was a stealth cat I tell you.

I had to search for this guy online...Erik Turner... was also in Warrant. I think dragging Francie along at the ripe old age of 6 or 7 was probably a fabulous idea. This was during the later years, so, maybe, when I tell you folks I was never a groupie, you can buy it, since we were willing to drag along the kid.



Okay, I was only willing to provide semi-false information throught the end of that picture. I did kiss Blas Elias. (IKR) Someday, I'll share the photos of me with him. Kissed. He didn't take me off to the fairy tale land of sex, drugs, and rock and roll either.

I should send all of those targets thank you notes.

Anywho, I can never end a psycho band stalker story without mentioning Gunnar Nelson, who asked me to come to their show and go out with him afterwards (I was 18, pick up your jaw). I declined because I was dating someone, who, funny enough, never was faithful to me. TMI? Maybe...but it hardened me...made me less of a sucker and more agile with the emotional axe. I regret saying no to Jared Leto version 2.0 more than I regret saying no to Gunnar Nelson. Jared Leto version 2.0 was a real guy who was in honors program with me at UAH. I'm keeping his name private, because, well, he was just an innocent bystander in my path of relationship destruction that I blazed from 19?? until I met Adam. Anywho, I would never change the outcome of my life, the where I am now. I wouldn't even go back to the Ryman and hop on that bus with Eddie Vedder.

Okay, that's probably a slight stretch, but no one was harmed in the writing of this post.

Me with Gunnar:





Good bye Jani Lane. If I had a picture of my mother's red Celica we called "Cherry Pie", I'd post it.

Have a great weekend all....play a little bit of your fave 80s music and appreciate that, for most of you, back then you just dreamed of being free, being out of the tutelage of teenagehood and out of the tyranny of being ruled by your parents and appreciate that here we are, now, free to do what we want. We are all right where we dreamed we'd be.

If you are not where you dreamed you'd be, go find your happiness. I know I have! Who knew it would never involve a tour bus or rock and roll??????? Well, okay, rock and roll has always been involved, but.....Jon, Eddie.....I'm pretty sure the guy who rocks out the ukulele and Xbox rock band at home, who sings lovely renditions of Vasoline, has you both beat.

Peace. out.