For those who had the GREAT privileged of knowing me at the age of 15, you know that I was completely obsessed with Jane's Addiction. I would only befriend those who knew, and loved Jane's Addiction. I sported a coveted Jane's Addiction patch on my backpack. I had a Jane's Addiction sticker on my bad ass 1982 baby blue Honda Accord. I had pictures of Perry Farrell hanging in my room. I watched The Gift every other day. I was ALWAYS listening to Jane's Addiction.
The first time I ever heard Jane's Addiction was in the backseat of Stefani Miller's car. I was young, like 13 or 14. I remember sitting in the backseat riding down south 10th with my sister, Stefani and Staci. I was completely blown away. Music changed for me.
Then I purchased this:
and it changed my life...
This album with a little Pixies Surfer Rosa and Fugazi 13 Songs was the soundtrack to my blissful teenage years.
I can recall sitting in my room on my daybed with the black light on and the lights off, blaring Ritual De Lo Habitual. Staring at my kick ass black light posters and graffitied walls.
Or riding in Laura's Ford Fairmont to Reynosa while listening to "Three Days" on the "car stereo" Only to get there, down a pre-game Flaming Dr. Pepper at the Duchess, and hang out at the Zar Bar till curfew.
And sitting in Lindsey's room, with some delish wine coolers, talking about life and family and feeling like I knew it all with "Jane Says" playing in the background.
Then there were those times visiting my sister in this amazing gigantic super cool city called Austin. I remember listening to Stop in her oh so cool apartment on South 1st.
And the greatest memory of all was sitting in Jackie Fanning's backyard, listening to this guy play and sing "Classic Girl" on his guitar. I was immediately interested in this guy, had my friends set me up, then married him about 7 years later. At our wedding Justin played "Classic Girl," and again, my heart melted.
So you get it, lots of great memories.
So when my sister called me a couple of months ago and told me that Jane's Addiction was coming to Austin, I was freaking thrilled.
We managed to get amazing tickets on the floor.
Tuesday May 12, 2009:
I walked into the Frank Erwin Center, and immediately the lights turned off and NIN started to play. It was a great little bonus but I was really there for Jane's Addiction.
NIN finished up and my heart began to RACE.
We were right there.
I heard Perry's voice. My eyes closed and began to well up with tears. Then it started "Three Day's" "Whores" "Aint No Right" "Pigs in Zen" it just kept getting better and better.
Holy Shit, the fact that this was taking place right in front of me was so overwhelming. It was like I was 15 again, back in my room, sitting on the floor in front of my bad ass sound system:
only it was better.
And I started to smell this very familiar scent. Sweet and strawberry. It was the smell of the exact incense that I thought was so AWESOME when I bought it at Planet K in Austin, while visiting my sister, in 1997. I'm pretty sure Perry Farrell broke into my room and stole some of my crappy incense. I believe it was called Strawberry Dream. It was surrounding me. I'm assuming it was burning on stage. Either that, or somebody decided to pack along some incense in their backpack, who knows. Justin smelled it too though, I wasn't hallucinating, I swear. All I know is that I was totally immersed. Every sense was taken back to one of the most amazing times in my life. A time when I was young and careless and free. A fresh and new and amazing relationship with my little boyfriend, Justin Prater, the forming of friendships that would last forever, and the joys of knowing that I had my entire life ahead of me.
So I really don't care how "1997" this show was. It was something that I figured I would never experience EVER in my little life. And I did. And it was freaking awesome.
The first time I ever heard Jane's Addiction was in the backseat of Stefani Miller's car. I was young, like 13 or 14. I remember sitting in the backseat riding down south 10th with my sister, Stefani and Staci. I was completely blown away. Music changed for me.
Then I purchased this:
and it changed my life...This album with a little Pixies Surfer Rosa and Fugazi 13 Songs was the soundtrack to my blissful teenage years.
I can recall sitting in my room on my daybed with the black light on and the lights off, blaring Ritual De Lo Habitual. Staring at my kick ass black light posters and graffitied walls.
Or riding in Laura's Ford Fairmont to Reynosa while listening to "Three Days" on the "car stereo" Only to get there, down a pre-game Flaming Dr. Pepper at the Duchess, and hang out at the Zar Bar till curfew.
And sitting in Lindsey's room, with some delish wine coolers, talking about life and family and feeling like I knew it all with "Jane Says" playing in the background.
Then there were those times visiting my sister in this amazing gigantic super cool city called Austin. I remember listening to Stop in her oh so cool apartment on South 1st.
And the greatest memory of all was sitting in Jackie Fanning's backyard, listening to this guy play and sing "Classic Girl" on his guitar. I was immediately interested in this guy, had my friends set me up, then married him about 7 years later. At our wedding Justin played "Classic Girl," and again, my heart melted.
So you get it, lots of great memories.
So when my sister called me a couple of months ago and told me that Jane's Addiction was coming to Austin, I was freaking thrilled.
We managed to get amazing tickets on the floor.
Tuesday May 12, 2009:
I walked into the Frank Erwin Center, and immediately the lights turned off and NIN started to play. It was a great little bonus but I was really there for Jane's Addiction.
NIN finished up and my heart began to RACE.
We were right there.
I heard Perry's voice. My eyes closed and began to well up with tears. Then it started "Three Day's" "Whores" "Aint No Right" "Pigs in Zen" it just kept getting better and better.
Holy Shit, the fact that this was taking place right in front of me was so overwhelming. It was like I was 15 again, back in my room, sitting on the floor in front of my bad ass sound system:
only it was better.
And I started to smell this very familiar scent. Sweet and strawberry. It was the smell of the exact incense that I thought was so AWESOME when I bought it at Planet K in Austin, while visiting my sister, in 1997. I'm pretty sure Perry Farrell broke into my room and stole some of my crappy incense. I believe it was called Strawberry Dream. It was surrounding me. I'm assuming it was burning on stage. Either that, or somebody decided to pack along some incense in their backpack, who knows. Justin smelled it too though, I wasn't hallucinating, I swear. All I know is that I was totally immersed. Every sense was taken back to one of the most amazing times in my life. A time when I was young and careless and free. A fresh and new and amazing relationship with my little boyfriend, Justin Prater, the forming of friendships that would last forever, and the joys of knowing that I had my entire life ahead of me.
So I really don't care how "1997" this show was. It was something that I figured I would never experience EVER in my little life. And I did. And it was freaking awesome.
