John, when will you come for me?
I have always had a soft spot for musicians and probably always will. It's an inherited trait from my mother... In high school, she walked into a dance and saw my father onstage playing rhythm guitar and told her friends she was going to marry him. (Too bad she didn't have the foresight to see the divorce part).
Anyhow, I went to AmsterJam over the weekend and after watching John Frusciante for a few minutes I remembered why I love musicians.
He was passionate and driven and creative and private all while sharing it with thousands of people. It was like watching someone in the midst of a hardcore fantasy and I wanted him in such a sweaty, primal way.
Luckily it's Monday afternoon and I also remember what a pain in the ass it is to date musicians - their depressions, infidelity, ideal dates that involve you as a roadie, inability to pay rent... Silly shit, I know.
But I know whenever I watch them play, I'll fall in love again - at least for a little while.
In the meantime, I'll try to date some "normal" guys and wait for John to come for me...