Turku, Finland, March 25th 2003

Hmmm. I might have totally lost it. After Helsinki my ex said that Turku, a place which I had never heard of, was only 2 hours away, and since I was already in Finland... well, I felt like I had to go.

I got to know a lot of people there, I got to talk to some funny Finnish teenagers, one of the crew’s bus drivers, who actually gave us a beer and talked to us for a while, then he brought the guitar tech and we talked for a bit and he said he remembered me from Las Vegas, but I think he was just trying to be nice. Then before the concert I talked to Tim, who I think is a carpenter or something?, because he came up to me and said "you were at the show yesterday" and I told him from my sitting spot (which was the best, just like in Helsinki): "you got a haircut!" because he was one of the people I had talked to in Las Vegas, and he said he also remembered me. At this point I wonder if they think I'm nuts. This is the actual set list (of which I have a copy of that the amazing Tim passed to me after the show, and gave me the Helsinki list from the previous day without me having to ask for it!!). He's pretty cool!


I have to say that I didn't enjoy the show that much, besides the fact that I was the only person dancing and everyone was just seating. I couldn't believe it. The gig was lazy, truly, it's the first time I get this impression. Anthony didn't seem that excited either, I wonder if it was because of the audience. On a more exciting note, they played Warm Tape! I love that song.
Flea jumped on top of a speaker right in front of me and maybe it was my imagination, but I think he was dancing with me because he just stood in front of me and I was dancing and standing while everyone else by that side was sitting down....I guess it's kind of nice that some of the crew can recognize me now, although I'm not sure that's a good thing.

Helsinki, Finland, March 24th 2003

12:46 pm. I´m so lucky to have a Finnish ex boyfriend . Although it´s weird since I hadn´t seen him in like 5 years. He gained weight, and is about to lose his last precious bit of hair. Sometimes I amaze myself on how much my taste has changed over the years. But he´s being super sweet, feeding me and driving me to all places. I am blessed.

4:16 pm. I just got my ticket for Helsinki and for the first time I have a sitting ticket and boy am I bummed. Everything is weird. People started lining up at about 4 and still very few people lining up, and it's not that cold. Maybe I got too used to line up since 9 am and I'm the weird one indeed.
There's something very sad about not being able to be in the front row. That's where the action is. The adrenaline, the noise, even the moshpit, but most importantly, I feel that's where you feel the most intense sound vibrations in your soul.

AFTER SHOW
Fucking hell, I was so sad about having to be sitting, but it was the best place ever! I was in the very front row of the side of the stage, almost at the level of the stage. A lot of the sound crew were underneath me, and that was somewhat fantastic because I think they started noticing me for a change. Yes. I danced in a way that most people in that Arena would consider ridiculous, but I just couldn´t care less, because I was dancing from my very soul and I felt every single note that came out of that stage. God how I love that music, I so feel in heaven.
O.K. So Mars Volta opened again. Too many drugs if you ask me, but the music sounds pretty fresh and like something I have never heard before. So that's pretty awesome. The oddest thing was this old guy behind me who started talking to me because it was almost empty when I got there. He said "I am Hilell Slovak". I thought I didn't understand well so I said "Come again", but I didn't misheard. Also he claimed to be friends with John and Anthony, and he said that he might go later to meet them. Riiiiiight. I think he just wanted to make a move.

Johnny was sitting on stage for a while during the Mars Volta and then he stood up and started dancing like crazy, so sweet! He had a funny colored hat on. He was banging his head and then doing a little dance . Then Flea also joined the stage but more briefly than John.People in Finland are scarily civilized, I bet that if I had been standing I wouldn't have gotten smashed or anything. So the lights come off and it was very cool, people were pretty excited. The set list:

Flea complained about his bass strap and how it was hurting him. Anthony's voice was great. BTW I have a copy of the original set list that I got next day in Turku . Yes, I went to another gig in Finland, but first I'll finish the one in Helsinki.... . The audience: everyone was sitting, but they weren't too bad in the standing places.
I was dancing the soul out of me, I guess I must have looked pretty ridiculous, hopefully funny, and some of crew started looking at me. And then, the highlight of my ridiculousness: I kept on dancing and being all super happy and all inner smiles, and I think his name is Patrick?, brought me a drumstick that Chad had thrown away! That was so sweet of him. It was just that I didn't even ask him for it or anything and he just came and gave it to me.
When they played " don't forget me" it was beautiful, Anthony's voice was very powerful and he almost sang a capella. Or that's how it sounded to me.. . I had an excellent time, as I said, the audience was way civilized, that was good to me for a change....I'm so happy about my drumstick!!

London, UK, March 9th 2003

When we drove back to Mexico from Las Vegas I saw a "sign form heaven" (hahaha) I saw the A for Anthony drawn in the sky by misterious forces. So I followed and it led me back to London. In the picture above you can see my finger pointing at the A.After a little law breaking incident, which I’m not going to bother mentioning, I got no success in finding the Peppers in London. David, my Italian flat mate said that he had seen the Peppers before right next to our flat, which happens to be the Four Seasons Hotel, which actually made a lot of sense because the hotel is in the Docklands, very close to the venue. So I went to the lobby and had the most expensive little cup of coffee of my entire life, and I sat there for a long while to see if anything was happening. I felt so stupid, London is just sooo big.
I asked one of the waiters, and of course, nobody knew. Right. And suddenly, a whole bunch of huge men walked into the hotel. And of course it wasn’t the Peppers but the whole Arsenal football team. And I don’t like football, or know the players, except for Seaman, who became so popular after the World Cup because he was crying when England lost some game. Anyways, I saw Seaman and I asked him if he had seen Anthony Kiedis around, and he looked like "What??!!!!". I don’t think he knew who he was, and obviously noticed I was taking the piss, but he said no anyways, and ignored me and went on his way. I also saw Marlon Brando walking around Covent Garden, and I was tempted to ask, just for fun actually. London is a good spot to run into celebrities, except for the Peppers. So they weren’t in the Four Seasons and took the tube to Green Park and looked in the Ritz. I was so completely clueless. And I failed to find them, so I just had to be happy to be able to see the show in the very first row. I was so proud of myself, I finally learnt how to avoid the neck injuries of the head surfers: duck and cover your head. I was so happy! I remembered last time I had been right at the same spot in june, same arena, same Peppers, and I felt like my head was going to be ripped off. Still haven’t learnt to avoid the whole leg bruising. Maybe next time. I was right in front of Flea, and the show was just so incredible! I could actually breath and keep my spot during the whole show.I tried to get noticed somehow, not by flashing anyone (which seems to be a pretty common technique in those massive events) but just trying to hold some kind of eye contact with the people working around, but there were about 18,000 people in that place, so that was kind of impossible.

Las Vegas, NV,New Year's Eve 2002- 2003

I'm back from Vegas. I still can't believe what happened.

I didn't meet Anthony or the band but I went to the show on the 31st of December, very front row and I was just 2 meters away from him. This is too much.
I got backstage several hours before the concert even started, around 11 a.m. and I talked to the technical crew and hoped for a backstage pass but they kicked us out and asked us to leave. It sucked and I thought I had blown it. I had lost any hope and then, I was just wandering around the casino when suddenly I saw Blackie. He was there both nights, the 30th and 31st with the girl who won the VH1 BBQ contest and had the Peppers playing at her home. She's a nice girl.


Anyways... I sat with him for about an hour and he told me the most amazing stories and he even invited us a few beers . He's such a cool amazing guy and he told me all this stuff about how him and Anthony shared girls, a story about a French hooker, about how he met John Lennon and one of the Beach Boys picked him up when he was hitch hiking... Then he talked to me about his work as an actor, and said that Anthony's sister Jenny, could tell me more about him. So he called her and she came over and she's just so sweet, so open and kind hearted. After the beers we had together Blackie hugged me good bye and told me he would ask Anthony if I could meet him, but next day I saw Blackie and he didn’t mention anything so I didn’t want to push it.

Blackie and I

Jenny, Blackie and I

On the other hand, the show was the most amazing one I've ever witnessed. I guess partly because the venue was so tiny that it just felt pretty intimate. On a side by the stage Heidi Klum was sitting there and when 12 o'clock stoke, they had started to play “Venice Queen” but Anthony stopped and he said "happy New Year" and the guys kept on playing but he ran all over Heidi and kissed her and kissed her and kissed her. I have to say he looked really, really happy, there was this shine in his eyes on the New Year, and it was so sweet just how he threw himself at her. I felt so jealously happy for him. There were balloons falling over our heads and an inflatable sex doll going around the stage. It was such a special thing to spend the New Year in that concert.
John stopped playing and he kissed his girlfriend too, who was very sweet and told him to keep on playing. Flea's girl was there as well. Anthony was dancing so wildly that he fell on the drums and got himself hurt, he was bleeding badly and in the end he ripped his t-shirt off and the cut on his back was pretty big. Blackie said that Anthony was pretty happy with Heidi and that she's very nice. He also told me that AK had been heart broken from Yohanna and all the songs in BTW were about her (not that it wasn't obvious), but he confirmed the rumor that Anthony wanted to have kids and she wasn't ready. And many things more. I also got the set list, which someone from the crew handed to me at the end:

Guadalajara, Mexico, December 27th 2002

I met Carlo in Mexico on a Mexican sunny day. He was a beautiful Dutch tourist and the minute we saw each other we had quite an spectacular mutual physical attraction. It was just fireworks. He symbolized the prototype of physical perfection for me at that time. He had the cutest little nose ever and had a nose ring, two big tattoos on both biceps and long, long dreadlocks. *sigh*. We became lovers and he became somewhat a regular visitor to my country.

After years of not seeing each other, I got an e mail from Carlo telling me that he’s got two friends coming to Mexico and asking if I could give them some orientation around town and an incandescent light bulb flashed instantly over my head and I thought that their timing couldn’t have been better because the Chili Peppers had just announced two shows in Las Vegas for the New Year’s Eve in the end of 2002 and the awakening of 2003 and I had been desperately and unsuccessfully looking for somebody who would take shifts with me on the road trip from Guadalajara to Las Vegas. There was no way I could have driven for 3 days on my own because 1. the North of Mexico is the heartland of the biggest drug cartels of the country and therefore a massively military controlled area, and Mexico being the corrupted country it is, that’s nothing to feel cozy about; 2. even my uncommon common sense wouldn’t have allowed me to do it, not to mention my parents and 3. and most importantly, I couldn’t afford it

I e-mailed the Dutch boys and told them about this amazing road trip to Las Vegas I was planning to make, how amazing the north of Mexico is, and how much fun it would be to cross the border and spend the New Year’s in Las Vegas. I must have described it a lot better than I just did because they were thrilled and full of joy to do it. They arrived to my house late in the evening and next day at 6 am we were up and ready to hit the road, the poor boys still jetlagged. "Shark", Thaijs and me, leaving the motel room

It was such an amusing experience to suddenly spend so much time together with a couple of total strangers. Sometime during the first couple of hours I explained my real reason to be going to Las Vegas and I don’t think they were too thrilled about it at all but I promised that on the way back I would take them to a paradise beach in the Mexican coast of the Pacific Ocean and they seemed happy about it and decided to continue the trip with me and help me on my mission to meet Anthony.

The Dutch boys and I in the Hoover Dam driving back to Mexico

We took turns for the CD player, the deal was 1 album each. They were playing Johnny Cash and other Dutch bands and I was playing…well, the Red Hot Chili Peppers. We spent the first night in Mexican soil, in Los Mochis, where I have an auntie that gave us accommodation and breakfast early next day.

We drove through the most amazing landscapes: roadrunner-style deserts with giant cactuses, dry reddish mountains and vultures feasting on road kill and all. We experienced the unavoidable military forces (3 times) who searched for narcotic substances underneath the car, inside our cigarette packages, and any possible hidden little corner, and asked about the strange concoction of passengers in our car. I pretended to be a foreigner too and not to speak any Spanish so they just let us go. When the night was falling and after a 2 hour car queue we crossed the border through Nogales and spent night two in Tucson, Arizona. We had dinner in the “Waffle house” and shared the Motel room and also the boys shared their fantasies of who would they drive 3 days for. We had a lot of fun just talking endlessly and they were just very curious about what was it that was so amazing about Anthony. I am sure they were sorry to ask. I didn't stop for an hour.
Next morning we were up by 7 am, the boys exhausted and I so excited, we drove through Phoenix, through the breathtaking Arizona desert and through the biggest traffic jam I’ve ever seen in my entire life: the one at the Hoover Dam. I Never understood why it took us more than 2 hours to cross the infamous dam, specially because there wasn’t much to see at night.
I was so nervous already, I had no life insurance, no ticket to the show, no idea of what I was doing, no car insurance either and it had been a painful 8 hour drive, it was cold, my urinary bladder was completely loaded and it was already too dark… and in the middle of the hopelessness a sudden explosion of light in the far distance: The city of Las Vegas where the Chili Peppers would be playing next day.

Buenos Aires, Argentina,October 16th 2002

Glue
Stuck to my shoes
Does anyone know why you play with an orange rind
You say you packed my things
And divided what was mine you're off to the mountain top
I say her skinny legs could use sun
But now I'm wishing
For my best impression
Of my best Angie Dickinson
But now I've got to worry
Cause boy you still look pretty
When you're putting the damage on

Don't make me scratch on you door
I never left you
For a banjo
I only just turned around for a poodle
And a corvette
And my impression
of my best Angie Dickinson
But now I've got to worry
Cause boy you still look pretty
When you're putting the damage on

I'm trying not to move
It's just you ghost
Passing through
I said
I'm trying not to move
It's just your ghost passing through
It's just your ghost
Passing through
And now
I'm quite sure
There's a light in you platoon
I never seen a light move
LIke yours
Can do to Me
So now I'm wishing
For my best impression
of my best Angie Dickinson
But now I've got to worry
Cause boy you still look pretty
To me
But I've got a place to go
I've got a ticket to your late show
And now I'm worrying cause even still
You sure are pretty
When you're putting the damage on
Yes
When you're putting the damage on
You're just so pretty
When you're putting the damage on

And this is not about Anthony and that's all I will say.

Guadalajara, Mexico, September 27th, 2002

No matter how much I scratched, Pepto-Bismol I swallowed, detox dieted, or even routine visited the doctor, three months later that funny feeling in my tummy was still persistent. It was in no way painful but annoying enough to make me fly all the way from London to Guadalajara. MEXICO!

Of all places, I went there because that was HOME. I needed to start bringing back all the stuff and crap I had accumulated in London for 2 years, and visiting my parents is always a bliss. Yeah… So I went in the middle of last weeks of school, and mother of coincidences, the RHCP were going to play in town.

I kissed mum and dad and then straight to the phone with my friend Lululita (bless her heart)who works in one of the most respected local newspapers. For my joy and delight she tells me she covers the Events and Culture section and she's been sent to the airport to cover the arrival of the band to the city. So I kindly offer to drive her.

I try to look my best, but jetlagged and in my “I don’t brush my hair” era I really didn’t look that great as the later photos reveal…
As we drive to the airport my hands start to get sweaty cold and my stomach has an anxiety attack and I feel the urge to run to a toilet. I peed.
Well, after all my friend was as clueless as I was, and excused herself for her truly outrageous emotional damage on my persona alluding to evil-promoters'-press-ditching-mastermind-strategies. Some guy at the airport confided us that the band had arrived the previous day.

So on the show day I was up again early enough to make sure I'd be the first person in line and get the very front-middle spot. And I was.

This time around for some unusual reason I got very hungry, and when my beloved friend Paula arrived, she brought me a torta to eat and a coke to drink that I was truly grateful for, just 10 minutes before the gates opened.

I don't know what Paulita found most surprising of all, if the fact that I dragged her to her first (and maybe last?) rock concert ever (she’s more of the bohemian type) or the fact that I skipped my classes, left my boyfriend in England and flew the Atlantic to see a man for hour and a half jumping up and down on stage to the rhythm of elating melodies. Just the previous night I went for a good cold beer with her and my dearest university teacher, mentor and friend, Don Gus, and saw them giving each other looks of disbelief when I secretly confessed them I was in the country pushed by the mysterious forces of platonic love...

I can't describe what I feel at the climatic moment when the lights turn off and the music starts playing. It's magical realism, it's soulful energy tickling in the feet and ears, it is poetry for the senses, and an instant gratification for the passionate heart. I don’t think any music has ever made me feel like that before.

I looked at my friend's face the minute Mr. K walked into the stage trying to anticipate the minute she'd faint... She was JUST FINE and I was probably as shocked that she didn't faint as she was of the fact that I felt any sort of attraction towards that particular man (she’s really into older dudes I think).
We tried to go through the concert defying the force of the moshpit. This time I made sure my hair was well tight.
I was waiting to see Paula's facial expression and opinion dramatically change when the glorious moment when Mr. K. religiously takes his top off (to reveal his amazingly shaped and tattooed body) came. Strangely in a RHCP show, that moment never came and that's the only reason I could find to explain my friend's skepticism to believe she was looking at the finest man walking this Earth.

It didn't matter. For the hour and a half that the show lasted, my soul and my heart found the peace they needed. Then it was over and I was happy and smiled and thought that whatever bug had bitten me, the itching would disappear soon.
Three days later I'd be flying back to England, back to my baby's arms, finish school and then go to Argentina on holidays with him.

London, UK, June 26th 2002

I don't know why I went to line up so early. Obviously something deep in my unconsciousness pushed me to. Maybe it was fate. Maybe it was coincidence. Maybe it was the fact that I know I am short and I just wanted to get a good view but either way I was sitting outside the London Arena on a "Summer day" (if there's such thing in England) at 8 o'clock in the morning “standing in line to see the show tonight...”Well sitting is more like it.

It's a very strange phenomenon me and going to concerts. I sat there for probably 10 hours with no need for food or drink and the excitement even probably prevented me from even wanting to go to the toilet. I didn't take a pee or a poo until the show was well over.

The strange thing is that I didn't know what the excitement was all about. I only knew who the Red Hot Chili Peppers were until my then beloved boyfriend tortured me with their rather loud music before we went to sleep. It was our ritual to go to sleep with music on. But my boyfriend wasn't there to go with me to the concert and instead I went with my beloved friend Joaco. He just came 1 hour before the show to find his front place in line well guarded.


I only got into the RHCP music to be able to memorize the lyrics to their tunes so I'd be able to get into the mood in the concert because if there's something that I LOVE is scrrrrrrreaming and singing loudloudloud, no matter how much my throat hurts. So I went to the gig with my cd player and the Californication album trying to memorize the last lines just in time for my inaudible performance along with the band and the crowd.

When Joaco arrived he told me interesting stuff about the band that I absolutely ignored. Like I was lucky to see the original line up. Or semi original, since the original guitarist died of a heroin overdose. And that the actual guitarist almost nearly died to another heroin overdose. And that the lead singer was hooked on it too and apparently so was the bassist... Well, isn't that what they say rock 'n roll is all about?

Finally the doors opened and we ran our way to the front row. We made it, left side of the stage, "in front of Flea", Joaco said.

We went through the opening act who were really killing me softly with their songs, and everyone else around me was dying slowly too, and people started to get very anxious and violent and anxious, anxious, anxious and at some point I was finding it hard to breathe.

The opening act left the stage SOAKED and INJURED from all the bottle-coin-and-whatever-object-they-could-find throwing from the audience. I couldn't help but to feel sorry for them.

Gwyneth Paltrow appeared on stage and sat on a side just in front of us.

Shortly after she graced the stage with her presence, the lights went off and the initial riffs started.
The crowd went WILD-CRAZY-OUT-OF-CONTROL. People turned from a human mass into a homogenic animal beast. I started suffering the euphoria. Already and so early the crowd surfers were flying and swimming over my head.
I got my head pulled, my neck twisted, face slapped, my breasts elbowed, my toes deadly squashed, my legs paralyzed and unable to move, not because of the excitement but because there was literally no place for them to even bend.

The second the band got on stage the whole London arena was pushing their way to the front. The laws of Physics say that two bodies can't occupy the same space at the same time. Not to mention over +5000 souls. And that was only the beginning. The drummer, the guitarist and the bassist were in their spots.

Then a very manly figure walked into the center front of the stage and the euphoria metamorphosed into hysteria as the first notes of a song called "By the way" came out from this man's voice.

Everything froze. I didn't mind not breathing. I didn't mind the immobility. I didn't mind my neck breaking down from the weight of somebody floating on my head and for that matter I didn't mind the unbearable amount of physical pain I was put under. From the contiguous galaxy I heard my friend saying "I am sure Gwyneth is wetting her undies just looking at Kiedis" . Looking at who? I didn't know who Kiedis was but I was given no choice but to figure it out myself.

I remember seeing his silhouette through the back light. It was one of those miraculous/sacred visions. The light seemed to be glowing out of his body, out of his skin, out of his pores. A source of radiant energy himself. I was enchanted. Those Lenny Kravitz lyrics popped right into my head: "All of my life where have you been..."

It was the too-much-pain-to-bear situation that broke the hypnotism. My long hair got stuck to one of the head surfers' zippers and my head was going along. It became really too much in spite of my effort to keep the spot to contemplate the beautiful landscape that man was.

We left to a safer spot and I stayed under the spell from the distance.

I had been to many rock shows before... and never ever left a venue feeling the way I was feeling .I could not explain it. What was happening to me? What was all that adrenaline running furiously through my body? What's going on…

Ten hours in line, hour and a half being physically punished, pushed, squeezed, all the jumping, dancing, singing (or at least attempting to) and I left the London arena not feeling a sign of exhaustion. Quite the contrary, I wanted more.
My stomach was dizzy. My head was revolted. An inner revolution started within myself. My blood was pumping and my heart trying to pop out of my chest. I was In Love.

The Young Kentucky Girl that wasn't really from Kentucky

Scar Tissue that I wish you saw
sarcastic Mr. know it all
close your eyes and I'll kiss you 'cause
with the birds I'll share

With the birds I'll share this lonely view

Push me up against the wall
Young Kentucky girl in a push-up bra
I'm falling all over myself to lick your heart
and taste your health 'cause...

About 4 years ago I assumed the cyber identity, whatever that is, of Young Kentucky Girl after a life changing experience in a Red Hot Chili Peppers show in the London Arena. I left that venue with the most unusual sensation ever, a sensation of desperate and hopeless teenage love. To me was unusual to feel teenage love at age 25, and more than anything the mother of unusualness was that I wanted to be that Young Kentucky Girl in a push-up bra that Anthony Kiedis, aka the lead singer of the Red Hot Chili Peppers, was falling over himself to lick her heart and taste her health for.

I tried to understand what was happening to me and spent countless nights and days dreaming and daydreaming about Mr. Kiedis. To my eyes he was a flawless man, an example of manly perfection, magnified beauty, immeasurable talent and simply the sexiest man walking this earth.*sigh* I had such a crush on him...

While all of this was happening I was just finishing film school and facing the dilemma of what to do with my life at that point and facing one too many personal conflicts and issues and drowning in a glass of water, the future getting darker and not seeing a clear way out.

So one day I had to face graduation and make my graduation film, and as an artist with the eagerest need for self expression I made a film about myself and what was happening to me regarding my feelings towards Mr. Kiedis and embarked on a mission to meet the man.

I traveled 8 countries and 22 cities not really knowing what I was trying to do or where I was trying to get, or how, but pushed by the spell Mr. Kiedis had put on me unbeknownst to him. I also found out, much to my relief, that I wasn't the only one suffering from the AK syndrome and not only that, but that it's quite common amongst the more mature women within the RHCP fanbase and that usually, they're the hardcorest fans of all, and that also they're not just Mr. Kiedis' fans, but true fans of the band and the music, because, you see, it all goes together.

Eventually my infatuation for Mr. Kiedis faded not as fast as it appeared, but it did, and the only one thing that remains is my unconditional love and admiration for the band and the music they create.

I cried when I heard the leaked version of Stadium Arcadium (sorry, couldn't wait to hear it)and thought it was the most beautiful music this band have ever made.

In spite of me, I am still part of this loving movement that the Red Hot Chili Peppers are and keep going to their shows(28 at last count), because for one, to me there's no feeling like being in the front row (for anyone who wonders, side stage view is really not all that great) and seeing them coming onto the stage and starting up their instruments to play their beauty beyond belief. It's always a heart warming/soul touching experience. Every time.
And for other, the real blessing that has come out from all these years are the close encounters I've had with other fans. It's blessed insanity to share our experiences, dreams and hopes accomplished and unaccomplished, stand in line for hours and hours come rain or come shine, singing along, killing time in line, talking endlessly about orgasmic moments in songs or how great a single tiny note is, and share the common ground we can hardly share in our routine surroundings or within our ordinary social circle, and just share all the silliness in general.

I see people wearing Peppers tattoos on their bodies all the time, Flea's tattoos, John's tattoos... and I understand why people do things like that and how much this band means to them, and every time I see one of those I just can't think of any other band on this planet that generates this kind of magnified unconditional love, although I'm sure there is, but I can't really recall any other name of a band printed on the skin of so many different people from all kinds of backgrounds. Me myself, I don't have one of those tattoos because although my love for this band remains no matter what, I have learnt that love isn't forever (but I'm excitedly waiting for life to prove me wrong).

Some people will understand and some people will always be quick to judge and quick to label. And those who do, all that occurs to me is, and I quote: "They don’t even know what it is to be a fan. You know, to truly love some silly little piece of music.. or some band so much...that it hurts."
Funny that I'm quoting a groupie, I never thought of myself as one.

Here's my dosed tour diary of those times that were. First installment to come soon.