Yesterday was my 50th birthday. I started the day fairly depressed, feeling a bit isolated and disappointed in where I was as opposed to where I'd hoped to be at half a century. The day improved. My son called, which always brightens my day. My husband coaxed me out of the house and out to sushi and sake at a nearby restaurant, where I rediscovered what a fun date he still is. As we chowed down on our "Dragon Roll", Vyan encouraged me, as I ran through reminiscences of my life - most related to music - to start writing that book my family have been urging me for years (decades, at this point) to write. I considered it, and after going home for wine, tiramisu, "CSI" and the Suns beating the Lakers, I decided now was the time.
Memory is a funny thing for me. I can remember things very vividly from many years ago, and yet walk into a room and forget immediately why I went there. These "chapters" are NOT going to fall into chronological order. I'll pound them out as the memory hits me hard enough that I can do it justice. I'll try to put in at least approximate dates of these events. I'll be honest. That poses the remote but real chance that some people are going to get their feelings hurt. I can live with that now. Names will, in most cases, be named.
I don't pretend to be heroic. I'm all too human. But maybe somebody can get something out of this that inspires or encourages them, or at least hopefully amuses or entertains them. I'm just a rock and roll chick from California, trying to draw you a road map for her "long strange trip".
Why "File under 'Autobiography'"? Because if I did put this out in book form, you bet your hiney they'd file it under "Fiction" - nobody would believe this s***.
Acknowledgements and thanks are numerous, and I should begin with those...
- F. Vyan Walton, my husband, soulmate and the one person on earth who has come closest to truly understanding me.
- Nathan Light, my son and my pride and joy, and his lady, Lesli Keith.
- My mother, Evelyn Torbert, and my sister, Carole Frega, for getting on me to write this to begin with.
- My numerous past bandmates, in particular but certainly not limited to: Steve Litten, Merri Shaffer, Ruth Less, Art Reno, Lyla May, Laura Lissenden, Vanessa Martin, Deanna Bloomquist, Mike Cipolla, and those who drifted through, especially, Chemistry, Leading Edge, Model, Urban Still Life, and the Crystal Ships, whose names I have forgotten...
- Caroline Gonzalez, fellow writer and sister by choice, who always gives me encouragement.
- Archie Kao, a brilliant talent and angel of a man, for lifting my heart when I've needed it.
- George Manitzas, wherever you are, for lighting the creative fire within a fiery but adrift nine-year-old.
- The late, great Jack Coleman, best vocal coach ever.
- Dave Rose, Lou O'Neill, and everyone else who believed in me as a writer.
- Deana Robinson and Deborah Falls, my "partners in crime" in Dallas.
There will be more, and I'll mention or add them later...but today, those are the ones who spring first to mind.
So get in, sit down, hold on and shut up...and enjoy the ride. Just kidding about the "shut up" part. This is a blog...feel free to comment. But it's my life. This ain't no John Waters script.
Los Angeles, CA
5 May 2006