Friday, July 20, 2001
Kelly, Dwanollah and I went to Ralph's grocery. It was a different
one with a parking garage and a moving ramp that went up to
the store. Weather is so balmy and perfect, just blissful,
and everything is totally open. They don't protect anything
from bad weather because they hardly ever have any. Everything
at home is so shut-in and protected.
And I was always jealous of the people who had Real Winters
and had enclosed malls and schools and stuff! Go figger! Dang
impressed with all this California lifestyle
. Went home for lunch, then started
getting ready for the Anaheim House Of Blues show.
No idea what to wear. Finally decided on black velvet pants
with the silver heels, and Kelly let me wear her little black,
cropped tank top that says "trouble" in white lettering.
No bra, hehe. Curly hair. I looked like trouble, too!
That top worked out awesomely with your ensemble. :)
Word! I was in my usual denim/silk shirt combo. Not a lot
of choices. Ah, well. Maybe Terry likes chicks with limited
wardrobes. I mean, post-Dale and all, perhaps the dowdy, frumpy
look would turn him on
We drove downtown to pick up THTM, then headed straight for
Anaheim. After much deliberation and angst, Kelly had decided
to go with us!
I had told EVERYONE I wasn't going, all because I refused
to patronise that evil Downtown Disney place where the Anaheim
HOB is. But ultimately, 1) I was afraid that if I didn't go,
I'd miss something good, 2) I wanted to spend every last minute
with Cyndi and Dwanollah that I could, and 3) I had so enjoyed
the Roxy show that I really wanted to see MP again. So I swallowed
my anti-CorporateDisneyUgliness pride and went to the show.
And ended up being *so* glad I did. We had the most wonderful
It was a longer drive than I thought it would be, and we were
in the rental Geo. Their car is really fucked up, and THTM
said they are probably going to have to sue the dealer.
Not. Happy. About. The. Car. Sitch. At. ALL!
The Anaheim House of Blues is in what used to be the parking
lot at Disneyland!!
When we parked the car, I took off the shoes and carried them.
They are VERY high-heeled and unforgiving, especially to someone
like me who never, ever wears heels at all and really hasn't
worn them more than five times since age 15. It was still
daylight when we got there, and people were milling around
in Downtown Disney.
Downtown Disney is basically a Corporate Overload, much like
Universal City Walk
all "family oriented"
with mondo theme restaurants and big stores like the Lego
Store and Disney-related stuff. Its only redeeming feature
(other than the fab shows we've seen at the HOB) is that there's
a Sephora there. So we could run in and swipe on some Urban
Decay sparkly eye-shadow, if needed
There was a big line at the HOB to get in and eat. The security
guards were so nice!
Dudes, we got our All Access passes without any hassles for
a change! And the security guards there were IMPRESSED w/our
passes, too! "Hey, wow! How'd you get that?" a couple
of 'em at the front door asked us, genuinely interested. Heh.
We went right in, and there was the stage. My shoes were already
killing me. The dressing room was this very tiny, hot room,
decorated all in red and warm tones. Cramped, but cool-looking.
Warren was bouncing off the walls, animated and happy.
We were hungry, so we left Cyndi to do her All Access thing
(not wanting to be In The Way during the pre-show amped-up
thing and all, you know
We went to Wetzel's Pretzels and got SOFT, FRESH, CHEWY, CINNAMON-SUGARY
Wetzel Bitz, YUM!! and fresh-squeezed lemonade. It was divine.
We couldn't get over our all-access wristbands. It was totally
amazing; when we entered the HOB, all the security guys were
like, "Wow, you have all-access!! That's so cool!"
*BOGGLE* That has _never_ happened to me before. We felt all
decadent and important and stuff. :)
After visiting Warren briefly, I looked around for Dwanollah,
THTM and Kelly, and they waved to me from the upper balcony,
where they had gone to see Terry more easily.
My shoes were really cool, but they hurt like fucking hell.
We discovered that we could sit in the VIP-reserved area,
which was a lower, inner balcony around the whole room that
was cordoned by velvet ropes. We got an awesome spot in the
middle, had stools to sit on, it was just deluxe. Loved it.
The bonus was that we got to watch Cyndi & Pals do their
Zebra Brigade thang. It was fun.
The DJ woman intro'd them, and then there they came! Terry
and Dale actually walked out holding hands! Warren was absolutely
beyond anything I'd ever seen. He played extra stuff. He fell
to his knees. He chased Dale around the stage, flirted with
her, and sang into her microphone. It all clicked, and the
energy and attitude were flowing in the air, along with the
excitement and confidence. At one point in the show, Warren
ran over and started playing Terry's drum kit! And Terry played
something really simple on Warren's guitar. It rocked! During
"Throw Money" we all threw dollar bills again, and
later on Dale picked them up and asked Warren if he had anywhere
to put them. He unzipped his pants, and held out the front
of his underwear, and she put it safely inside! All sorts
of fun interaction between the three of them. He yelled out
"Fuckin' Disneyland!" and then he said, "It's
just a WORD. It's just a WORD," and then they did "Words."
"Give" was SO good, and we had decided not to do
our Zebra Brigade worshipping because of the stage height.
But when we didn't do it, Ronnie looked at us and started
doing it behind his keyboard with this goofy grin on his face!
So we started.
Warren got pissed off at the guitar tech, who gave him the
wrong guitar that was tuned differently for a different song,
and he pointed his finger down toward the ground and ordered,
"Get it working!" Later on, he pointed toward the
cabinets and said, "Fire that motherfucker." Terry
asked for the strobe light to be turned off. Right before
"Walking In LA," Warren yelled out "Duran Du-WHO?
Hungry Like The WHAT?" and then he began playing HLTW
in this slow, jerky manner that made it sound really simple
and stupid, and then of course they slammed into "Walking
In LA," which was probably their best known hit in the
LA Area even if it didn't chart well.
That actually annoyed me. As I said to Kel and THTM, "Way
to bite the hand that fed you for fifteen years." I mean,
how many of those people would've been there if Warren HADN'T
been in Duran? Really?
Fed him? Not exactly. But that's beside the point. And they
can just keep on feeding him - I hope that reunion album goes
platinum. :) I may even buy one now, just to add my tiny royalty
to Private Parts Music.
*looks at the pretty lights*
But why think about Duran when TERRY BOZZIO IS ON STAGE!?
We now return to the drool-fest already in progress
At the beginning of another song, Warren had no sound and
stopped everyone in this teasing way and said, "Stop!
Rewind the tape!" and everyone laughed. A girl behind
us (Vanessa) had this laminated, lifesized cutout of Wes!
And she was holding it up so it could see the show, and Warren
saw it from the stage and asked for it. Wes was so embarrassed.
I had spotted it earlier, in the crowd, and howled. He was
SO mortified, it ruled.
Dale's microphone started shorting out and she held the cord
up tightly to make it stop. She messed up the very first line
of the first song, hehe. Later on, Warren was feeding her
the wrong lines just to fuck with her, and she called him
on it, and he giggled and admitted it. "US Drag"
was unreal tonight! Terry just blew everyone away with his
It. Was. Sheer. Bliss. Do you think I could mount up on Terry
whilst he was sitting on that drumstool, naked?
T. M. I.
After "US Drag" was over, Warren tried to tease
a drum solo out of him, yelling, "let's hear if your
bass drum's working! Let's hear if the kick drum's working"
and grinning at him.
.Let's hear if Your New Girlfriend's G-spot is
Warren curved around and flashed Terry a thumbs up with this
on-fire grin. He was SO on! Electric with happiness. This
is so right - just so right. Pure, sheer magic on that stage.
"One of us has not posed nude," Dale said, hehe.
Darn it all! *visualizing*
I couldn't see Terry at all from where I was, but I could
sure hear him. "Dark and Dangerous Guy" is so wonderful.
Fucking awesome. They introduced it as something nobody had
heard, and then here we were singing along as loud as we could
- "but I won't let you! I won't let you! But I can't
Why? Why? Why? Why why WHY!!!"
Woohoo! Oh yeah! Part way through the show, Warren started
playing the riff to "Willie The Pimp," and Wes joined
in, and so did Terry, and Dale sang the first two lines. DAMN!
We all screamed and hugged each other, because of course we
all know it off _Roadrage. _ WOW. Dale stomped her little
boot on the beat and yelled the lyrics defiantly, Strangely
enough, she didn't mess up one word of that, but if she had,
I probably wouldn't have noticed. I was too busy watching
Warren in total shock as my friends clung to me and we became
the Unabashed Zebra Brigade Warren Worshippers yet again for
the first time since "Secret Oktober" in Clearwater,
FL. Talk about a fan-pleasing fucking surprise.
There aren't really words for how wonderful this show was.
The San Diego one was special because it was the first one,
and the Roxy one was special because that was their home club
from the beginning, but this was amazing in a totally different
way. They've still got it. It's never gone away. The only
sad part was the few seconds just before "Action Reaction,"
we clung to each other, moaning that it was almost over. They
ripped the place up with that one, just like always.
with two drumsticks
cymbals. That's all I need. That's all.
After the show was over, my feet were killing me SO bad. We
joined the mass of people who were moving up the stairs as
one body. I was looking around for Dwanollah, THTM and Kelly
and didn't see them anywhere.
We were in the stairwell backstage waiting for Cyndi!
And then Dale came out to visit! She was soooo cute... and
sooooo stoned. She was all protesting "I want to say
hi to everybody first!" to the guy who was trying to
get her out of the stairwell. And she made the rounds and
Kelly cooed over her and was so adorable! And out-of-it or
no, Dale was a total sweetie!
Meanwhile, the club began their '80s party and started playing
'80s songs. My feet were hurting so bad that I knew I could
not make it down the stairs and back up. They played "Mickey"
and then they played "Words"!!! We all screamed
for it and sang along, and we were all singing "What
are words for!" with Warren's backup vocals instead of
Meanwhile, backstage, we were hanging with Dale, taking pictures,
and waiting to get Dwanollah two pictures of Her With Her
New Boyfriend. Dale was so fricking cute. I couldn't help
bubbling and calling her "cute as a button", and
she just ate it up and became My New Best Friend, which was
hilarious and sweet. :)
Yeah, this was after she'd talked to us in the stairwell
we ended up talking to her more backstage. She lurved us!
She gooned over THTM's shirt, and when Kelly asked her where
she got her outfit, she slurred "Retail Slush!"
and then grabbed my hand and moaned "I mean Retail Slut!
I said 'Slush'!" and giggled her ass off.
*howl* I love that part!!!
Aw, yeah, all that 5'1, pink hair'd leather-clad blitzed sweetness
of her! :) We took pix with her and everything
took some doing to get her (5'1) and THTM (6'3) in the same
I was really ready to leave, and I could not stand one more
minute in those shoes and was afraid I'd get in trouble if
I took them off, so I hugged everyone goodbye and disappeared
through the magic door to find Warren.
Warren came out eventually, and when I heard him mention the
eBay guitar girl, I took his hand and led him around the corner
to where she was, as I had seen her earlier. I introduced
them and went back to Dwanollah and THTM. Once again, Little
Miss Helpful Uses Her Powers For Good Not Evil.
Went down the stairs and could barely manage it, and I asked
the security guy if I could take off my shoes. He said he
shouldn't let me, but when I got below his sight on the staircase
as it turned, I took them off. Could not deal with it anymore.
Dude! never ask! :)
On my way down, I heard them starting HLTW, and everyone down
in the hallway was laughing. Turned the corner into the hallway
by the dressing room door, and there were Dwanollah, THTM
and Kelly - they had come there to wait for me and had already
talked to and met Dale.
And we were STILL waiting for Terry! He was awfully popular.
"My eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Terry
he is sweaty, he is pretty, he's surrounded by drummer people
Wait. That doesn't scan
Dwanollah, man, you're killing me!! *howling*
*v. proud grin *
Terry came out, and I went to him immediately. His eyes were
glowing. Kelly asked if she could get two pictures of him
with her friend, and he agreed. Dwanollah said, "I promise
I won't ask you to marry me again." He was SO sweet to
them, and he posed with THTM too.
He chuckled again when I said that, and said "You DID
do that the other night, didn't you?" "Alas, I did,"
knees weak because he HAS HIS ARM AROUND
ME and he SMELLS SO FUCKING GOOD, like a fresh shower and
Nag Champa incense, which I burn at home ALL THE TIME, and
which is YET ANOTHER SIGN THAT WE ARE MEANT TO BE TOGETHER!
I took two shots with him, and then THTM wanted one w/Terry
too. "I'm gonna PhotoShop a cuckold symbol over your
head," I informed my beloved husband,
much to the amusement of both he AND My New Boyfriend. (He's
SMRT! He knew what cuckold meant! We are SOULMATES!) Ohhhh
I *so* love this man with his pierced nipples and everything
"Thank you so much!" I gooned at him afterwards,
clutching his hand with both of mine. (So strong! So smooth!
So cool! So expressive!) I. Am. A Blithering. Fool.
I hugged Terry and said, "Thank you SO much for doing
this" (meaning, agreeing to reunite MP). Ronnie came
out, hugged me - he is so cool, and he has done a GREAT job
on keyboards. Warren came through and hugged Kelly, who was
to my right, and then he hugged me.
Warren said for us to come upstairs to the aftershow, and
then he got distracted, so we went upstairs on our own. All
of us were totally giddy. They played "Destination Unknown,"
and everyone cheered, and then they started it over, and everyone
sang and danced. Then they played "Our Lips Are Sealed,"
and Kelly and I sang along with it, harmonizing perfectly
- she took the high part & I took the low part - it was
brilliant! We sounded so good, and someone even said, "nice
harmony!" What a brilliantly perfect moment.
Heh. We ROOOOL!
Then Warren came out with a gallon jug of water, a Rite Aid
sack, and some other stuff, and everyone crowded around him.
Wes came through carrying his plastic cutout all rolled up
and trailed by five girls holding hands and without wristbands,
but they were with him, and the guard let them through.
Then Warren went back down to the dressing room after telling
people he would be right back. We decided it was time to leave
and we wanted to say goodbye to Warren on our way out.
I decided to go for one last Warren hug, too. Because I could.
You know. I could hug Warren Cuccurullo. So I gave him a squeeze
and whispered in his ear, "Thank you so much for being
SO good to Cyndi!" And he pulled away from me and looked
at me in SERIOUS amazement. "ME being good to HER?! Cyndi
fuckin' RULES!" And we all giggled and broke into another
chorus of "Cyndi Kicks Ass." Oh YEAH!
We left and went out the side door, which went out to the
balcony. THTM stopped to talk to someone.
He wanted to thank the security staff for being so kewl. After
all the Attitude at places like the Roxy, this was SUCH a
pleasant experience, so THTM, being a Nice Person, went back
to tell them that. God, he's adorable!
We could see the sunken parking lot, where Dale was posing
for pictures under a light by a concrete wall. We cheered
for her and yelled that we loved her, and she waved back at
us. Then we left, me carrying my shoes, triumphant. What a
night. We went to Legoland, and a young clerk was coming toward
me in my barefoot state, but I said, "so we can go now?"
and fled before he could tell me to put my shoes on. Walked
all the way through Downtown Disney and all the way to the
car barefoot. We were so high on life, and using the foulest
of language to express ourselves-and around children!-it just
wasn't right, hehe. Dwanollah said "<something>
fucking...I mean, <something> gosh darn..." and
we all cracked up. Once we got in the car, I put on my black
shoes and Kelly let me borrow her cool black jacket, and we
went to Denny's. They asked if I would allow them to treat
me to a snack, and I said, "Absolutely." I got a
deliciously scrummy turkey dinner (turkey, stuffing, mashed
potatoes, corn and cranberry jelly), and a Coke.
It was funny, because, without any discussion of it at all,
THTM and I ordered identical meals (grilled cheese, salad,
and fries), and Cyndi and Dwanollah ordered identical meals
(turkey dinner above)! Great minds.
We laughed about everything. Went to look at souvenirs with
Kelly. Then we drove back, talking all the way. They are SO
impressed with Missing Persons, Terry especially.
Oh yes. ESPECIALLY Terry.
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