Shortly after we got there, Nicklebag got up with Richie on guitar instead of Stevie Salas. And I wasn't even surprised! I mean, I didn't have any more emotion left to feel surprised! 3 of my favorites musicians onstage playing some of my favorite songs on earth! Life doesn't get much better than that! It was just the shit! Beyond total madness. I knew Randy, not that we were friends but we always talked when we were around each other. Like I knew Carrie Hamilton the same way and it's quite hard to grasp that I won't ever talked to them again. Last time I saw Randy was at Phil's house last year for his birthday and Carrie at the Mint. I guess it's just another chapter of my life that closed down forever. One more, one less, depends on how you look at it, but one for sure. I had a chance to congratulate Ravinder my ex roommate for her engagement to Jeff Pilson one of my old friend, talked to John Corabi that I've not seen in a long time and finally introduced myself to Brian Tichy so he finally who's the French girl that told Steve Stevens to get him as a drummer and saved the Billy Idol tour that year! He was talking to Richie. That was quite an enchanting vision to see my fav guitarist and drummer together. |
| I hired Steve Boykin as my pseudo date for the night. He told me how funny it was to see guy's faces when they see me, how their eyes get bigger and their jaws drop on the floor. I guess he hasn't seen that before that he was so intrigued that he had to comment on it. We talked about it briefly. I explained to him how I am aware of it but it's more in the back of my head that fully consciously all the time, otherwise I would never cross the room! I know it can be weird and unsettling. Lots of guys get put off by it. It's so extreme sometimes. It's like certain people act like they just saw God or something. It makes me a bit nervous to see their reactions. Like, it's just me, I'm just a girl. I dunno, I guess I'm better off ignoring it |
| May was a bit harsh on me emotionally. I hated the idea of having a crush on that person from the start but I just couldn't seem to get around shaking it, I'm still off and on but I cope. June was a bit better. Well aside from the well known by now madness that doesn't seem to take a vacation. I went to the Joint with my brother to enjoy some good music. "Sin City" sang by Bernard Fowler justified my presence there on itself. But man was I in for a surprise in mid june when Bernard walked in with my nameless bass player I hung out with twice at Cat Club, Sterling! Yeah, the boy does have a name! Anyway, I was like Uh oh! trouble! Very sweet guy and beautiful face, I remember why I didn't wig when he asked me marry him the first time and kissed me without even saying "hello" the second time. And he remembered! My brother thinks it's normal, even with my 108 pounds of ego I can't compute this one! I never think people would remember me, I guess I gently scar them. Oh well. |
| So that's not that bad, I haven't resolved the mystery of why I'm so wacky so far but I resolved this one and my life moved further. I scored big on the moving further in my mission with 2 people put together thru my visions, 2 job promotions and a mentor for my ass! 3 miracles! Thank you very much! I actually know another name I was able to give last year. Hmmm, a new trend?? Too bad, I will never have the name given to me as far as my future hubby. Perhaps for better than worse. It seems that I know the freak, poor guy. How on planet earth is he ever going to deal with the whole me?? The erotomaniac, the psychic, the lunatic that doesn't feel like talking for hours, the astrologist, the artist, and not to mention the rest of everyday life crazyness. Guys mobbing me when I'm out etc... and my past turning down rock stars left and right? I dunno, that kinda worries me a bit, he'd better me some strong, well grounded, secure sex fiend with a mind as opened as the sky to hang around without signing up to the next coucounest in no time. Hey, like I said before, there is a bright side, you never get bored around me, and you can walk away from me, I can't. |
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| Last night, I went to bed early after a perfectly religious day where I got busy reading the Bible to gather the infos for the book I'm writing. So I'm sound asleep and dreaming cuz yeah I dream even if I sleep half a second, I'm dreaming about Serge calling me when the phone rings it's 11:02. I just about jumped off my skin. I'm dreaming about my dead boyfriend calling me when the phone rings! Couldn't hope for better timing! It wasn't upsetting at all but more like, I've dreamt about him so much in the past few months that I started feeling like I spend more time with the dead than the living. |
| Before I forget, other people played at the Key Club that night. Among them, Steve Lukather with Phil Soussan, Ball (Brian Tichy on guitar), Ziroq, formerly Azul band originally formed by Randy, then, Matt Sorum, Duff Mc Kagan, Slash, the two guys from Buckcherry (Josh formely Slamhound 'I'm a dog, I'm a dog I'm a f**ing dog!', some guy from Cypress Hill and Steven Tyler played some of the old classic GnR tunes. But did I mention Richie played that night? I guess the rest kinda took a back seat, well, almost no seat cuz I tend to be oblivious of it. Some things never change I guess... |