Photos for you to enjoy...

Ahhhhhhh I finally figured it out!!! Here are some photos for you to look at, Mr. Stephen...enjoy!!

Here is the photo of Neal and the "Pizza Chicks." He seems to enjoy being in a groupie girl sammich...(what man wouldn't really)?

Here I am, in the top center, standing next to Steve Augeri, (I seem to be a tad taller than he is), and all the "Pizza Chicks." I didn't know these women, but we were all told to come backstage after the show. They actually had one backstage pass for ONE girl, but they begged the security guard to let all of us go backstage, so they said we could!  (The chick in the leopard blouse is holding a pass and the other 3 on the right don't have a pass OR a nametag...neither did I). I was just in the right place at the right time.

It seems like every time I've met you, or the other Journey guys, it's been a total fluke like that. I didn't expect to go backstage at all.  But, if you hang out after the show ends, sometimes they just assume that's what you want to do, and if you show enough cleavage or blink your eyes real fast with a seductive smile on your face, they let you!!

As a matter of fact, Mr. Perry, your body guard (Rome) looked like some kind of official dude with a badge around his neck at your opening FTLOSM show in Milwaukee, and so I walked up to him and said, "Excuse me Sir..." and he looked me up and down, "Yes?" I said, "I will give you the biggest, wettest, sloppiest kiss of your LIFE if you can get me backstage to meet Steve Perry tonight."  His grin was huge.  He said, "Meet me over by the right stage curtain area after the song "Faithfully" is played, that's his last song of the night.  I'll see what I can do."  And, sure enough, he was there.  He went upstairs to ask if you would be coming out, but apparently you had some people from Sony there who were talking to you (at least, that's what he told me), but he brought me back a black and white autographed photo, and I was in HEAVEN.  Then the other guys in the band came out!! So it was fun!!

A few weeks later, you were in Detroit playing with Sass Jordan, and I was there because Moyes saved me a ticket and backstage pass.  That's the night I hugged you. I remember vividly, you scared the HELL outta me when you walked into the room.  I swear, I heard angels sing.  I nearly passed out.  I just felt like FINALLY---ya know? FINALLY I get to meet you, after telling all my 12 year old friends in junior high school that "I'm gonna meet him some day." They all laughed at me then, but here I was, standing in the same room, breathing the same air, (hyperventilating actually), and feeling nauseous. You made me sick to my stomach dammit.  But, I felt so ALIVE seeing you there, so much happiness was enveloping me...I've never felt that ecstatic about a guy before...a regular HUMAN guy in ripped jeans and a black t-shirt. That's really who I saw, some guy with long hair, a big nose, and sloppy clothes.

But you were also STEVE FRIGGIN' PERRY for God's sake.  How could I NOT be excited?!

All these other women there were googly eyed and giggly, falling all over themselves to get near you...but I thought, "Wow, back off chickies...let the guy BREATHE..."  So, I just stood back and let them all maul you for awhile, wondering if you felt as uncomfortable about it as I did.  Most of the time, I just tend to fade into the woodwork at parties and just observe everything.  Then, when it was my turn waiting in line to greet you, I said very shyly, "Can I please give you a hug?" And you looked at me funny, like, "You're ASKING me? Uh, aren't you going to maul me like these other chicks did?" But you said, "Sure, just don't kiss me, I don't want to get sick..."  And I stood back, looked you up and down and said mater-of-factly, "Hmph. I didn't OFFER you a KISS."

(I MEAN, CAN YOU BELIEVE THE GALL OF SOME GUYS)?!!  I'll bet you think you're all that, a bag of chips, and a pickle on the side, don'tcha Mr. Perry?!    *wink*  Well dammit, I'd have to agree. *grin*

But God, I wish now that I HAD offered that kiss...sigh...but that hug I shared with you has sustained me through many a lonely night, lemme tell ya!!

Ya know, this sounds crazy as hell, but here goes....I felt some kind of weird empathy thing when I hugged you, (I am very empathic)...it was like I could tell you were feeling tired, sad, and even in a room full of people, you seemed lonely.  I don't know HOW I knew that, I guess it's women's intuition or something.  I just FELT it when you hugged me.  Weird, yes.  I thought so too.  Everybody I told about that thought so as well.  I don't know why the heck I felt that, I just did.  I really can't explain it.

This is a page of my huge scrapbook of Journey Junk.  As you can see, you signed a couple of ticket stubs for me, when I met you at Burdick's bar inside the Radisson Hotel in Kalamazoo Michigan.  You played at Wings Stadium that night.  I even kept the silly napkin from that bar.  This is the night that the two bimbo's jumped up on stage at you while you were performing.  I was graciously given a guitar pick from Todd and one from Lincoln too. (I also have one from Neal and Jonathan).  There were a couple of "roadie" guys standing in the auditorium after the show ended, talking about how you are a "Diva" when you're on the road, needing a certain temperature in every hotel room for your voice to rest, etc., and I thought, "Wow, he'd fire your ass if he knew you were sayin' stuff like that." But, I smiled, thinking of you requesting a temperature change in a hotel.  That just seemed to endear you to me more.

Here's a photo of Steve Smith, and his autograph from the drum clinic I attended on November 28, 1994 in Grand Rapids Michigan.

And here's a page out of my scrapbook, with the FTLOSM boys...and of course, the "Sammich" of Neal, Jonathan and I together. I really hate that I had a stupid DISC camera for the FTLOSM picture, it's fading a lot...but I had a digital camera for the sammich photo. What a huge difference!

That's Lincoln on the left, Paul, then me, and Moyes standing together. Not sure where Todd was though. I don't remember if he came out at all.  I know you didn't that night, but it was cool because Moyes invited me to the next show in Detroit!  So, hey, that worked out pretty well if you ask me.

So anyway, I'm not just making this stuff up.  I wanted you to know that.  I have no reason to.  Truth is stranger than fiction!!  I have a lot of stuff to tell you, that's all, and I am the first one to admit, that none of it is of much importance.  So please continue to humor me, as I have much more to relate in future postings, like the time I met John Toomey...oh yes, that was a doozy...or when Allen Craft harassed me to the point of crashing my computer...yeah, THAT was a declaration of WAR, and I helped to get his sorry ass FIRED because of it. At least, I hope I did.  I definitely tried. He was a colossal JERK and I'm glad he's gone.

I've just told you about the first time I met you and gave you the hug.  Ya know what I REALLY wanted to do?? (Noooo, get your mind outta the gutter you crazed sex fiend musician), I REALLY wanted to kneel down at your feet and put my head in your lap.  I know, that sounds friggin' bizarre.  But, that's really what I wanted to do.  I just wanted to sit there in silence, alone with you, with my head on your lap, at your feet.  I know NOW the reason behind why I wanted to do that...but at the time, I had no clue.  You see, I know NOW that I'm what they call a "submissive" female, and that's just the kind of weird thing we need to do, to feel safe, secure, and to please our men.  I'll go into more detail about that after we get to know each other better though.

Anyway, so enjoy the photos and I'll put more pictures on this blog soon.

I just want to say one last thing:  I love you so very much. Millions of us out here in "Fan land" do, ya know.  Even now.  And most definitely, I'm not the only one.

I'm just the COOLEST one.  :) hehehehe  *WINK*

....your favorite weird rockin' bloggin' chick,  Rebecca