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From: <Janet B>
To: <thediva@coup2k.com>
Sent: Sunday, April 08, 2001 10:32 PM
Subject: Re: [BBBResistance] THE GRAMMY MODEL-Al Gore in 2004?
---thediva@coup2k.com writes: Metallica was not only the critical favorite, but the favorite to win among music fans...---
A band is not a winner at the Grammys because the music fans like them. They're not even winners or losers because promoters like them. We love Metallica, as promoters, because we love them, their agents, and manager. We don't even get a vote. Sometimes it just doesn't make any sense at all, and we seldom (if ever) watch the show. I watched it this year ONLY to see U2 and then Aerosmith being inducted into the R&R Hall of Fame. It's a strange business to say the least. How about Steely Dan? They won an award and the next day fired their manager. Look at Buffett. He doesn't sell many albums but all of his live shows sell out. I love them all -- and Billy Joel, as well. The last time we did Aerosmith in DC, I took them to the White House for a tour. That was the day Clinton was "impeached." We should only be as lucky this year with w...
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OHMIGOD JANET!!!!! Do you mean to say that you have actually been in the presence of Aerosmith? That you have actually met them? Spoken to them? OHMIGOD!!!! OHMIGOD!!!! {{{***hyperventilating***}}}
You only happen to have let this magnificently juicy tidbit slip to the biggest Aerosmith fan on the Planet (and, I'd venture to guess, in the entire known Universe)... I am not joking. If Aerosmith was a religion, I would be the Pope -- Pope Diva I.
Which brings up an interesting point:
You mentioned in an earlier e-mail that "This entire scenario [coup2k and the media non-response to it] has literally made me ill." Well, you are not alone. From about two weeks after the election, until the beginning of March, I had been falling apart at the seams. I'd lost about 40 pounds, I was sleeping on average 2 to 4 hours a day, and never all at once. I would fall asleep, but as quickly as I began dreaming, it would have lucid dreams that would wake me up and get me back to work... dreams of writing about the coup... dreams of reading e-mails I imagined piling up in my inbox...
Where was I? Oh, yes. Early March. I was 40 pounds lighter and a confirmed joyless insomniac and unstoppable web-workaholic. I imagine, had this gone on much longer, that I might have made myself seriously ill. I was running on fumes, at best, and THAT couldn't last forever. (I see that now, though I couldn't see it then.) So, what saved me from this impossible lifestyle, a lifestyle that could only have ended in a very unpleasant physical or mental crash?
Aerosmith. Aerosmith saved me.
It started with the original video for "Jaded," which I have to admit that I have scrutinized more thoroughly and obsessively than Jim Garrison ever did the Zapruder film... ("See, there, where Joe Perry comes in tight to the mic to sing the 'yeah, yeah' backing vocals? See how he then moves back and to the left?") In fact, I could expound for hours on the differences between the two versions of the "Jaded" video, the one where the sculpture blows open the book, and the one where Steven does...
Well, it started with that video, and reached critical mass with the release of the "Just Push Play" album, which I sent My Consort out into the dark of night to procure for me. (Chuck is my connection, bless his heart. He gets me what I need, no questions asked. He understands my addiction, being an addict himself.) I heard the new album in its entirety just after midnight Wednesday morning, March 7th, four months to the day after the 2000 General Election. And although it might sound fanciful to someone who doesn't feel the same way about music that I do, that album fixed me right up -- helped me find my center again, and my smile. (And not just any smile, mind you, but the wicked Diva grin that is the very best part of me.)
You see, if there has been one constant in my life, it is the power of music to alter my state of mind. I think that music is the reason I have never had a substance abuse problem. I've never gotten hooked on anything, because there isn't a drug that occurs in nature, or has yet been conceived of by the mind of man, that could ever hold a candle to music -- at least for me.
Aerosmith is my perfect musical drug. Regardless of the mood I want to induce, regardless of the physical state I am looking to slip into, there is always an Aerosmith song that can get me there, if not instantly, then in a matter of mere minutes at most. And Aerosmith music isn't fattening, won't get you arrested, and doesn't cause nasty hangovers (though it has been known to create a need to do laundry.) I could list fifty songs, and the emotional prescriptions they fill, but if you love Aerosmith, I don't need to. You already know what I mean. The stuff is wickedly potent.
So, when you say to someone like me that you have actually been in the presence of the greatest rock band of all time, that you have breathed the rarefied air that surrounds this musical colossus, that you are actually known to these pagan gods of love and lust and loudness, pagan gods that assume human form to cavort among we lowly mortals...
Well, what can I say?
I'm horribly jealous... a lovely shade of green to match my eyes...
And utterly impressed.
WOW.
-Tammy "The Diva"
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