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.
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