However, in my own defense, it is the communicative nature of this social disease that is really at the heart of my amore. There are not many things more rewarding to an artist than to actually have a one-on-one with his audience. To come to the realization that I have been connecting all these years, that I haven't just been ramming my cranium into the bricks, that is a gift more valuable than gold. You people get it! And you get it with all the passion, heart and soul that went into it. Wow! More than ever I want to get some more music out there, music that will make people burn, open their eyes and kick the doors down. Those of you that have been following this blog know how close I am to achieving this goal, ($1000. bucks away for postproduction) so put in a prayer for me and the new Angels c.d., will 'ya?
Another thing that has me hooked to My Space is the overwhelming amount of old friends it has brought back into my life,( me and my cat were getting lonely) with amazing regularity. Sometimes I have to put some work into it - most everybody thought I was dead- Thanks a lot, Andy- but it's time well spent. Not only have I hooked up with Nikki Corvette, Storm Large,(whom I met graduating acting school,NYC,1991) Kelly Q ,(that's a wild story in itself) Tommy Rae and Beth-Ami from Hardly Dangerous, Len Fagen from the Coconut Teaszer,(where we were house band for close to a year) but I also recently got in touch with Junkyard, (whom I always considered our "brother" band) Del James, (rawk writer who, along with Janiss Garza, made Rip Magazine essential) and Robert John, the one photographer who was with us from the beginning and was key to getting the band signed, along with being a remarkable friend. All of these people and many more - you know who you are - mean more than words can say as they were always there through thick and thin, and to make contact again after a decade or two just wouldn't have happened without the magic of My Space.
So for the people out there who say," Tom's a fag, hell, I deleted him from my friends the day I logged on." I say look, I don't care if the man sucks the blood out of babies in some kind of Satanic ritual with Steve Jobs as long as he keeps My Space up and running. Tom Rules!
Speaking of long time friends, I was making plans to see some family down in Florida over Christmas, and printing out a plane ticket when I got a message alert. Imagine my astonishment to find I had messages from two girls I used to see in Ft. Lauderdale back in '85,'86! We had quite a past,these girls and I. Best friends, they went everywhere together as girls do, so I often saw these vixens in my travels among the few rock bars in town and couldn't help but admire them. They were a couple of babes!
I first started dating Sherri and that was going well until our infamous "lost weekend" when, concentrating on only each other, the rest of the world melted away for us making a blissful paradise out of my urban rat hole. As you can imagine this didn't go over real well with either her parents or her best friend Barb who thought I was kinda creepy. I didn't see Sherri for a while after that and as I was trying to get information out of Barb we started talking. The music was loud so we left the club and I took her to a playground close to my house. The night was warm as we sat on the swings and as the conversation continued a light rain began to fall. That's when the talking stopped and the kisses started. We began seeing each other after that which of course caused a major rift between the two friends. It's funny, I only went out with these girls for about a month or two but when you're 18 years old every minute of your relationships are crammed with as much passion, fury and vitality as years of your life as an adult, leaving an indelible mark of that time on your psyche.
So when I found out that not only had they both moved to Melbourne, (about an hours drive from Orlando) but were also roommates! I was tripping!
I tried to relax as I sat in my Moms house in Winterpark,( a fru-fru suburb of Disneyworld) waiting for Barb to pick me up, but that wasn't going to happen. So often you see old friends and after a minute find you have nothing to talk about. Too much time has passed, leaving an awkward silence as you wait for the inevitable," Well, it's been great seeing you."
But from the moment Barb stepped out of her car and greeted me with a big hug and kiss I realized I had nothing to worry about. There are times in our short existence that are so defining of your personality, so sacred, so magical that reconnecting with someone from that time is effortless. The rest of the night was smooth and sweet and I drank in the company of these two still beautiful girls, as sexy, smart and opinionated as they ever were, and me, the grinning little devil in the middle, the only boy they ever fought over. Another great vacation to add to my brimming mental scrapbook.
I'm planning a return trip for February.'Till next time - DURANGO
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