Saturday, April 3, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
If you read my last entry, then you know I met my Jules. Well obsession is hell of a drug. My friend and I decided to attend his last show here in L.A. . It was a November night and real chilly to the point that you able to see the air from our mouths . We parked in the same parking lot we met him the last time. We showed up early , well for one to see if we can get tickets since we didn't buy in advance and for #2 just in case we see him again. We were right ,he just finished sound check and he was playing soccer in the alley with a band mate. He was in white tank and seemed like any other Joe in the street. My accomplice drank before we left to the show and her crazy ass decided that she needed to pee . Pee bad , you know the kind of pee like when a bar closes at 2am and you are stuck wandering looking for your car. She wasn't in the right state of mind , because if she was ,we would have looked for a restroom instead. Of course she went behind the cars. I saw him and i was way to nervous to speak up! Since my friend had some liquid courage , i made her my ambassador . Oh what a mistake .... word vomit came from her mouth. " i stop here to pee in the parking lot but shit I didn't think i would run into you" i was in shock , how can i save this monstrosity of meeting Jules. It got worse ..."why are you using a pussy ball like that" Well that was the truth his ball was for dwarfs , a soccer ball even to small for my daughter to use. His band mate looked hurt , like if we just popped his shiny red balloon. The band mate did not like my pee friend , he started to say how rude and uncool she was being. I tried my hardest to say something but all i can spew was " hey can we get pit tickets " and " do you remember us"Jesus fucking Christ . At least Jules was trying to make some jokes about peeing in a parking lot , i knew then he was still just as charming. Although he did not remember us at all , and that's when my red balloon just burst....Till this day i wish it went a little different but hey what will be, will be
Monday, February 22, 2010
Jules ..it all started eight years when a fellow co worker try to convince me to listen to The Strokes. I, being an indie girl was refusing his request. He eventually broke me down and I listened to "this is it" The Strokes first album. When the first song started and Julian's deep and raspy voice came on , the battle was done , the war was over. I fell for a mainstream band. I continued to be a fan and through the years it got worse and worse . My need to be near him or hear him live was growing , it was fine at first to sit in regular seats at the Greek 11/02/02 , then i shelled out $150 for floor seats at the Gibson 6/12/04 ......... and then this last year he dediced to go solo and played four dates at the Palace and yes i attended three of those dates. It wasn't enough just see or hear him live anymore ,,, It was time to meet him... to be cont.
Friday, February 19, 2010
I have loved bands for a very long time, ever since my father forced me to listen to The Beatles at the ripe age of five years old. Which i thank him for it now. I am not typical groupie that is often shown on t.v or movies ... I don't try to sleep with lead singers or try to make cast of their members. I am not Penny Lane from "almost famous". I am like you .. music is just part of my hum drum life. It makes it all better and allows me to live vicariously through the musicians.. They are my could of , would of ,should of life I will never have. And with that I begin to tell you my tales of being a "real" groupie .
Most recently i have obsessed over Julian Casablancas, the front man of "The Strokes". I love, OK I lust him for many of good years , OK like eight years. I easily get obsessed , i facebook, myspace, oh even twitter ... twitter when about year ago i swore off the computer world. So Julian had that power , the power to change my beliefs. to be cont....