I was about 17 when I met Jan on a long bus trip. She was a combination of Sissy Hankshaw, Goldie Hawn, and Annie Hall.. and before the ride was over she had her tongue in my ear and I was in love for the first time in my life. Jan used to come over to my house in her Burger King uniform after work, and we'd lay on the couch under the Christmas lights and make out to Simon and Garfunkel. I thought that was as good as life got until I spent the night with her at her aunts cabin in Port Huron that summer. We sat on the sand watching the night freighters, then danced up the hill, and inside Jan lit a candle and played " Will you still love me tomorrow" while we slow danced and her eyes glowed warm. Later amid the sand and the sheets and the moonlight she whispered that she was glad we were lovers. Jan had told me that the affair would end when she left for college, and it did; my heart stayed broken for years. On the last night we were together she gave me a silver tankard. I still have it somewhere, but the sip I took from her loving cup keeps me a little buzzed even now.
I have another strong picture in my mind of a Limo ride some years later with my daughters mother Gwen. Gwen must have been about 19 then, with big blond hair, bright red lips, great tits and fuck me hard high heels. She liked to pop gum and talk smack, and she was a tough sexy Detroit grrrrl. Anyhow we took a big black Limo one night with some friends to see a Bob Seger show downtown, and I still remember a scene as we drove to the backstage door. As we glided down the final block, I looked out my window and saw a parking lot attendant giving me the air guitar motion, as if to ask: "Are you guys with the band?'. Since I didn't know a universal hand signal for " No I'm the late night DJ on W-4" I just nodded yes, and the guy smiled wide as we passed. Sometimes you just have to give the audience what they want.
A couple of other stage memories come to mind: once I was asked to go out at the Joe and tell 20,000 Ozzy fans he was running late. As I stood there blinded by the Supertrooper I could not see the crowd, but I sure as shit could feel the bottles whizzing past my head in the dark. I turned and ran for the back line, and fortunately a roadie grabbed me before I went 20 feet down to become rock and roll road kill on the cement floor. I was blinded another time while introducing the Psych Furs and as I did my rap I suddenly felt an arm around my shoulder and Richard Butlers tongue in my ear. That got me to shut up and exit stage right in a hurry.
I'm not that interested in being a star anymore..at least not most days 'cause it's soooo not zen....but I am at the age where everything reminds me of something. A long black car can set me dreaming, 'a song on the air with a love you line' makes my ear twitch, and every-time I walk our beach in Carolina and see the lights of the ships under the star light... I taste something I sipped long long ago.
I have another strong picture in my mind of a Limo ride some years later with my daughters mother Gwen. Gwen must have been about 19 then, with big blond hair, bright red lips, great tits and fuck me hard high heels. She liked to pop gum and talk smack, and she was a tough sexy Detroit grrrrl. Anyhow we took a big black Limo one night with some friends to see a Bob Seger show downtown, and I still remember a scene as we drove to the backstage door. As we glided down the final block, I looked out my window and saw a parking lot attendant giving me the air guitar motion, as if to ask: "Are you guys with the band?'. Since I didn't know a universal hand signal for " No I'm the late night DJ on W-4" I just nodded yes, and the guy smiled wide as we passed. Sometimes you just have to give the audience what they want.
A couple of other stage memories come to mind: once I was asked to go out at the Joe and tell 20,000 Ozzy fans he was running late. As I stood there blinded by the Supertrooper I could not see the crowd, but I sure as shit could feel the bottles whizzing past my head in the dark. I turned and ran for the back line, and fortunately a roadie grabbed me before I went 20 feet down to become rock and roll road kill on the cement floor. I was blinded another time while introducing the Psych Furs and as I did my rap I suddenly felt an arm around my shoulder and Richard Butlers tongue in my ear. That got me to shut up and exit stage right in a hurry.
I'm not that interested in being a star anymore..at least not most days 'cause it's soooo not zen....but I am at the age where everything reminds me of something. A long black car can set me dreaming, 'a song on the air with a love you line' makes my ear twitch, and every-time I walk our beach in Carolina and see the lights of the ships under the star light... I taste something I sipped long long ago.
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