Brandon Boyd
This pick isn't necessarily because he's that hot - although my daughter has thought him the pinnacle of hotness since a tender age - it's more about daughters and influences from them and loving what they are now, but missing them from how they used to be.
The other night before bed I was reading a few blogs from my stash and read Bella's
post about songs and love and read Karen's
post about daughters and growing pains.
These somehow meshed and combined in my chaotic mind and made me not be able to stop thinking about Incubus.
Bella was at
that age and listening to all of her music-of-her-age. The music that was fueling her growth and change and carving out, just a little bit here, the woman she was going to be.
I was listening too. By default I'll admit. Some of it was CRAZY. I never never did get
KORN - brrrrg! But I kept hearing this particular band that she loved. The singer could SING, the songs were well-written. I would find myself singing along when she would play them.
If this bugged her, she hid it well. Who wants their MOMMA liking or finding interest in something you are using for your revolution? I exaggerate, but I do remember worrying about that just a tad.
Because I fell in LOVE with Incubus. Seriously. Embarrassingly. Who listened to them that was over 25 at the time?
I bought a few CDs and during my 1.5 to 2 hours on the road every day (long commute back then) I listened to them over and over. Bellowing along day after day to
Favorite Things and
You Will Be a Hot Dancer and
Summer Romance. That last one got played and sang to a million times. At least. One reason I like to commute alone.
I loved them so much that when Bella and her gang decided to go see Incubus, Taproot, Papa Roach, and the Deftones at the Roy Wilkins Auditorium in Minneapolis, I begged to tag along.
Bella and her friends were in high school and we decided to meet at the concert since all of them were driving from our home north of the cities while I was already there since I worked in the cities.
While walking alone through the skyways to get to Roy Wilkins, I ran into the owners of the corporation I worked for at the time. K and L were resplendent in a mink and a tux, dressed for an evening event.
"Where are you heading Deborah"? K asked me. I remember looking at her in her gorgeousness for a beat and wondering what she and L would think if I told them I was heading over to a mosh pit to hang with a bunch of 17 year-olds. I kept that info to myself and said I was meeting friends. Ha!
I approached the gate waving my ticket at the young security guard that was merrily frisking people and checking bags. There I stood in my black pencil skirt, button-down blue blouse, heels, and pearls, carrying my black Coach handbag.
The young 'un took one look at me and shook his head in the negative and said out loud, "Oh hell no"! meaning he would NOT be frisking this mom nor manhandling her bag or anything else on her person.
I breezed in and quickly discovered something.
I found my seat and pulled out my cell phone to call my friend Reechie.
"What am I going to do? There is no one in this room over the age of 30 except for me. And I'm more than a little bit over 30. I feel like this is crazy!"
Reechie just kept laughing at me and thanking God that it wasn't her.
The kids arrived and pulled straws to see who would get stuck sitting near me. I'm only half kidding.
It was loud, smokey, intense, awesome.
Our seats were in the first row just above the mosh pit. Bella had graciously not gotten floor tickets so I wouldn't have to handle that, but I could tell that the group was wishing that they were out there with all the body surfing and jumping from the stage into the crowd that was going on.
Once every so often the floor would open up and we'd be watching two or more people pushing and shoving each other. I kinda forget what that was called. I actually have forgotten much of the evening I was so high from the pot I was breathing in.
Incubus was amazing. I loved loved loved seeing them perform all the stuff I enjoyed and had to stifle myself from singing along with the band. Seriously amazing.
Okay, maybe I didn't stifle myself that carefully, but in my head I was behaving. Bella reminded me just today of something I did to the poor lead singer of the opening band that dared to walk in front of us. I plead no memory of this event. Do you believe me?
After Incubus was done there were one or two more bands that were going to perform, but I was high, tired, my head was pounding, and I was really starting to feel out of place.
I said my goodbyes even though they begged me to stay (uh huh! lol) and burst out of the doors into blinding light only to bump directly into someone.
It was a man. A grown man. A man my age.
We took one look at each other, panting, sweating, not 17, and burst out laughing! He couldn't wait to get out either.
I drove home overly carefully - listening to Incubus all the way.
Once in my kitchen I proceeded to devour the entire contents of my fridge. Heh!
What an unselfish girl to let her momma go with her and her friends. I knew right then that Bella had the most generous spirit. Even while trying to figure out who she was.
Drive my darling. Drive.
