On Friday, June 15, I received a call from "Kevin," telling me that two tickets to Wango Tango had been secured on my behalf by "John Doe", Resistance Fighter and music industry insider.
On November 18, 2000, I attended CounterCoup's protest of the on-the-verge-of-being stolen Presidential Election at the Los Angeles Federal Building.
This was a protest full of memorable moments. I was singled out by a skinhead, who tried to provoke me with his racism and homophobia ("How can you be a Democrat? They're for Jews and fags!!!"). I was inexplicably given a HUUUUGE Bush-Cheney campaign sign by a Bush supporter that I'd been following around with an "I'm With Stupid -->" sign. I was interviewed by a journalism student from USC for their school paper...
And last, but not least, I met Jordan.
"John" was on the wall with us Resistance Fighters, and standing next to me and My Consort when I was speaking to the journalism student from USC who was interviewing the protesters and counter-demonstrators. After I was done with my little interview, I turned to "John" and asked, "Did I sound psycho?"
He assured me that I did not, and that, (as Billy Bob Thornton said in "Slingblade") he liked the way I talked.
I liked him immediately! :)
I later found out that "John" manages one of my favorite 80's raunch-rock bands, Motley Crue! Talk about your Hollywood moments!
Since then, "John" and I not only talk politics and philosophy, we also talk music -- sending MP3's back-and-forth for mutual enjoyment and comment.
"John" also knows what a HUUUUGE Aerosmith fan I am. (I mean, EVERYONE knows what a HUUUUGE Aerosmith fan I am, since I tend to shamelessly gush about them all the time!) "John" also knows how broke I am, since all the money I don't have (but spend anyway) is going to fight the coup.
Thus his taking pity on me, and thus the tickets: Two tickets to Wango Tango, the Southern California Music Festival at which Aerosmith (my favorite band) and The BeeGees ("John's" clients) appeared.
I confess, The Diva does not live by political outrage alone, but by every word that proceedeth out of the mouth of Steven Tyler... and every lick that proceedeth from the pickups of Joe Perry and Brad Whitford... and every beat that proceedeth from the skins of Joey Kramer... and every bassline that proceedeth off the quartet of strings of Tom Hamilton.
It has ever been thus.
And "John"? Well, he made sure that I could be there to hear and see it all, and from the floor...
AN ODE TO "JOHN DOE"
By The Diva
Who art a god,
Hallowed be thy name!
Thy tickets rock,
Blow off my socks,
And are on Perry's side of the stage.
Give us this day,
our daily tunes,
And forgive us our passion,
as we are fans in Aero-fashion.
Lead us not into the nosebleeds,
And deliver us from squinting,
For thine is the generosity,
And the kick-ass-ity,
[DIVA CONFESSION: Though it may not be at all fashionable, I am a Bee Gees fan, and have been, from way before their "Saturday Night Fever" days. My dad, a musician whose musical tastes added whole new layers to the word 'eclectic', loved The Bee Gees -- their acoustic guitars, their harmonies... And though I was only a wee Diva at the time, I DO remember my dad playing those early Bee Gees albums and playing his guitar... and me singing along to "New York Mining Disaster," "I've Gotta Get a Message to You," "Fanny Be Tender," "Holiday," "To Love Somebody," "Massachusetts," "Run To Me," "How Do You Mend a Broken Heart," "Nights on Broadway, "Lonely Days," and so many more great songs...
And NO, The Bee Gees aren't Aerosmith... But then, WHO IS?]
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