DENVER, CO (VOL III)

We just talked and I started feeling more and more comfortable in spite of the uncomfort and ice sweatiness of being in front of most beautiful, intelligent, witty and charismatic man I had ever met. He seemed to be having a good time, sometimes with me, most of the time out of me.
But I didn’t care because making him laugh and seeing him laugh even if he was making fun of me was the most soul warming sensation I’ve ever felt right up to that moment. I felt it from the very surface of my skin, through the blood stream bombing my heart, to the very bottom of the structure of my bones. That silly non sense conversation was an ultimate spirit triumph.

We were both laughing when he must have realised that we had been there for about 20 minutes and I wasn’t asking anything that seemed important, or related to his work, nor the band. So he asked.
AK: So what did you really want to know, what were you thinking of asking me?
B: the truth?

AK: the truth
B: I never thought of asking you anything, I just wanted to talk to you, like we are now.
AK (smiling): Ok, that’s fine.
B: I was trying to come up with some questions but there was really nothing I wanted to ask you, just like, have a talk.
AK(smiling): I got you. I love my panther head.
Two nights before, in Oklahoma City, I had given him a Mexican handcraft made by a Mexican Indian tribe called huicholes. The hand craft is made of really colourful little stones, forming ethnic patterns and it was a beautiful piece of art with the shape of the head of a panther.

He really loved it and I tried to explain to him the origin of that and about the Indians and their costumes and traditions.
B: Have you ever heard of the route of peyote*? (*peyote is a cactus type of plant with hallucinogenous/psychotropic properties which these Indians eat in a ritual to communicate with their Gods and have hardcore hallucinations.)
AK: The route of peyote?… Are you talking about Don Juan and his faithful side kick?
B: No, I’m not talking about that, no.
AK: Carlos Castaneda?
B: Carlos Castañeda? No, I’m not talking about him either.
AK: You just want to get fucked up, on peyote?
B: what me? No, I’m asking you if you know about the rituals they do…
AK (biting his index finger): Ohhhhhhhh . (he makes a really funny confused expression) Is that when they blow it up their nose?
B (now making fun of him*) : Yes (*they eat it, not blow it up their nose. actually, you can’t blow a cactus up your nose)
AK: Is it?
B: mmmhmmm
AK: Did you do it?
B: Yes
AK: You did it!!
B: Several times.
AK: Several times? She’s an addict!! (smiling a lot) did you find your animal spirit?
B: I did
AK: What was it?
B: A panther
AK: WOOOOAWW
B: Yeah. I have one on my back
AK: Cool
B: Yeah
AK: How long did it last each time?
B: Four years.
AK (suspicious now): Stop! How long were you under the influence?
B (I had misunderstood the question): Oh...(I laughed)
AK : Large dose for her, she needs some!
B: hahaha
Anthony laughed so much: AK: (making signs with his hands) Bring in the truck!
B : I’m lying.
AK: You’ve never tried it…
B: No
AK: I know, you seem like such a priss, you’re a Barbie, you wouldn’t try that…
B: such a what!!
AK: A priss.
B: what is a priss?
AK: A priss? It comes from the word pristine, pure, like the virgin Mary.
B(not pleased): oh, ok.
AK: Although I heard she had some problems with that stuff for a while.
B: Virgin Mary?
AK: Yes
B: Please tell me…
AK: She was into finding her animal spirit. She went on a rampage… with the Indians.
B: I always thought of that but not from virgin Mary, but from Jesus.
AK: Oh, he was a Party- O too. One of the original ravers apparently, they found a missing chapter and seems Jesus was raving heavily in the … (makes a pause and looks me dead in the eyes) hmm earlier teens of his life.
We bursted out laughing, and he reached and grabbed my knee! I was totally in my glory.
AK: baggy pants and everything.

After the little knee grab, I kind of felt like giving the gesture back in a more subtle way. The microphone became my best friend for life.
B: I need a second to fix your microphone, is that ok?
AK: yeah
Geli: She enjoys this
B: I enjoy it yeah.

There was my confession, which came out naturally, warped in what could only be a dream, but wasn’t. Then we talked for a bit more about the White stripes, his ozone ritual, and just pure sillyness in general. Then Anthony asked Geli if she could tell on the camera how nice I looked in the light.
So Geli asked him if he wanted to sit "in the light" too and he said ok! and sat right next to me and we talked some more. My heart wanted to jump out of my chest. I was able to look at his eyes from so close…
After a while he looked at his watch and jumped, realising that he had a show to do. He said he had to go.

AK: “Maybe I can give you a round 2”

B: minutes?

AK : No, “a-round - 2” like in a boxing match , and this would be round one, and we can reconvene at a later time, maybe… after I play for a little while.

He offered round 2. I didn’t ask for it and definitely didn’t even insinuate it either. I can’t describe with any kind of discernable language what I felt like. I was floating in the middle of an anxiety of the heart, the uncertainty of life after an overdose of delighted bliss and the danger of the secondary effects of eternal hopeless love. Anthony, with his vicious hunger to have control, with his twisted sense of humour, his amusement and joy to stupidize lost-in-drooland people, his not so twisted sense of humour, his way with words, his beauty, his laughter, his seriousness before serious matters and his non seriousness before serious matters, his brilliance and intelligence, his charm and charisma, all of him , all of Anthony Kiedis, every single bit of him made everything worth it.

Making Anthony smile

To be continued...