True Confessions of a Prepubescent Groupie
I just changed my profile song on my myspace to "Never Gonna Give You Up" by Rick Astley. I SO love this song. I heard it the other night and it brought back SO many memories.
Wanna know a secret? Rick Astley was most definitely my first celebrity crush. I was 7 years old when this song came out and I remember watching the video on VH1 with my mom and being absolutely enamored by this red haired guy with the beautiful deep voice dancing around in a trenchcoat. It's amazing how easy it is to win the heart of a passionate 7 year old. It also ruined me now for men with deep voices.
After my clean-cut affair with Rick subsided, I rallied back and forth between Adam Curry (MTV VJ) and boys in my classes at Peter Kirk Elementary. My friends tried to get me into New Kids...and I feigned interest in Joey (the cute one) but my heart was always elsewhere.
Then, for some odd reason in 1991, I once again found love. His name was James Hetfield, lead singer of Metallica and he was devastatingly attractive in the video for "Unforgiven." SO much so that I watched the video over and over and forced my friends to watch it.
No one understood. No one ever does.
He had the ability to go from sounding like he was going to beat someone to death to sounding like he was in the mood to spoon. I liked the contrast. I didn't so much like the hair, but I dealt with it, because love is blind.
There was only one problem with James....I hated all his other music. See, as a child I could have very easily been a member of the GOP. I was convinced that people who listened to heavy metal were going to hell, or had already been there and come back to taunt me. I was also fiscally responsible at this point, with my brother always asking to borrow money from my $5 allowance. I don't mind at all that I grew into being a complete liberal, but damn I wish I'd retained those financial smarts.
Wanna know a secret? Rick Astley was most definitely my first celebrity crush. I was 7 years old when this song came out and I remember watching the video on VH1 with my mom and being absolutely enamored by this red haired guy with the beautiful deep voice dancing around in a trenchcoat. It's amazing how easy it is to win the heart of a passionate 7 year old. It also ruined me now for men with deep voices.
After my clean-cut affair with Rick subsided, I rallied back and forth between Adam Curry (MTV VJ) and boys in my classes at Peter Kirk Elementary. My friends tried to get me into New Kids...and I feigned interest in Joey (the cute one) but my heart was always elsewhere.
Then, for some odd reason in 1991, I once again found love. His name was James Hetfield, lead singer of Metallica and he was devastatingly attractive in the video for "Unforgiven." SO much so that I watched the video over and over and forced my friends to watch it.
No one understood. No one ever does.
He had the ability to go from sounding like he was going to beat someone to death to sounding like he was in the mood to spoon. I liked the contrast. I didn't so much like the hair, but I dealt with it, because love is blind.
There was only one problem with James....I hated all his other music. See, as a child I could have very easily been a member of the GOP. I was convinced that people who listened to heavy metal were going to hell, or had already been there and come back to taunt me. I was also fiscally responsible at this point, with my brother always asking to borrow money from my $5 allowance. I don't mind at all that I grew into being a complete liberal, but damn I wish I'd retained those financial smarts.
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