Confessions Of An EX-GROUPIE

[angel²]

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I formulated the idolatry theory, which says, everyone is bound to have strong sense of idolatry; that at a particular time in ones life, one is ought to be obsessed with a well-known character or group (i.e. TV/movie star, musician, politician, boyband, athlete, artist) to the point of beaing ridiculously passionate about the person or group.

I did fall for one. I could practically fill out the dude's bio-data for him. All he had to do was put his thumb mark.

For me it was a fixation, more of a delusion, actually. I first saw him way back in highschool when he was an informal instructor and was attending an activity in the writing center. It was like seeing an apparition.

I only knew the basics then: He was a poet, he had a rock band and he was the frontman.

so thats him, I thought, The dude who wrote those cool poems I read in the library.

Somehow, the gods or the muses or cupid toyed with me and the next thing I know, I was a full-fledged stalker.

He indirectly reintroduced me to literature. I started calling myself a groupie of this poet-musician.

It was supposed to be a healthy thing for an aspiring writer, till I started looking for his battered sedan(whose plate number I memorized) each school day in the university parking lot just to know if Id see him.

He was shorter than the average guy, definitely no matinee-idol material with his receding hairline, thick goatee, gaunt frame and beer belly. Still I called him god.

Maybe it was his pseudo-celebrity stature that got me or maybe it was the way he slouched and moved in a loose-jointed way. He was a modern-day beatnik and I adored him. Hahahahha pagkabuang jud nako sa!?

Unya.

He was paneling for school-wide literary fellowship and I knew it was my chance. But first I had to become a fellow to the writers guild where being a member was like being in a frat. So one had to practically go through a literary hazing before one could become a fellow.

I had to submit five poems that would be screened by writers and the director of the writing center; take an exam; and undergo an interview. And I had no knowledge in poetry then save for a few nerudas.

Guess what? I passed. With my MAERYL D. fantasies as the driving force.

I got his cell phone number for business matters and that could have been the worst day of his life. The electronic stalking started.

He was friendly at first but things got offhand. I texted him madly for months, professing, uhm, love. He didnt reply.

I was convinced I could kick the habit and the idol-worship would stop.

To celebrate my freedom I rounded up some friends for a few drinks(some of them he knew too), but things got wayward. We all got drunk and things became bloody.

On the way home, a guy friend and I fell hard on the damp street pavement and he smashed his head. He lost his two front teeth.(lol) we both sustained bruises in the face. I was hysterical as we took him to the hospital. I did what only an obsessed drunk could: I texted my idol at 4 a.m: I am so f---ing drunk. This guy lost his teeth in an accident and we are in the hospital. This is all because of you. Die.

The morning after, he told a common friend, a schoolmate, to relay this message to me: Do you know angel? Could you please do me a favor? Please tell her to f--- off.

I seriously considered seeing a shrink because of that pathetic scandal. I was depressed for a month.



MAO TO. I stopped watching gigs and poetry readings altogether. Ive been clean since.i started meeting new friends and years later had a classmate-friend who turned out to be his pal, too.

Classmate and I agreed to watch rock star's gig. He reintroduced us and the rockstar nearly choked on his beer and said : kaila man ko nimo!

sorry for all the troubles before, I said. wala ra to oi, he replied.

I started watching gigs again and brought along people who would bring along people to the gigs, too.

Years later, the common friend whom he asked to tell me to f--- off said that rock stars girlfriend at that time had found out about my stalking. He said she found it cute. Kudos to her for that.

Now, rock star-poet and I are on beso-beso terms. Id see him on gigs and readings.

This is not to inspire crazy colegiala stalkers or aspiring groupies; not everyone could have claim to my, ehem, success story.

This story should show what fan-girls could do for their beloved bands. Crazy, obsessive and scary, and sometimes fun, theyd do anything and everything for their idols to ridiculous limits sabot!? Hayyy :mrgreen:

[b|tcH_g0dd3sS]

I would like to add my own experience... mine is a little different though, more of like the reverse of yours.

He was a drummer of a very famous rockband. I can even say the band name coz the band has since changed drummer boys!

Johnny and the Walkers (is it with S? now I dont remember anymore)

My cousin and I loved bands, we love rock bands and although we would bump and grind to any and all RnB tunes, we always find time to watch bands perform, especially our favorite local band, Johnny.

I cannot explain it, but I would normally admire drummers than I would vocalists or guitarists. And the first time I saw Johnny perform, I fell in love with the drummer, it was INSTANTaneous.

Geez, that was really a long time ago, probably 8 or 9 years ago. Because we were habitues of Artis Dais and some other places for musicians--names I couldn't remember I was able to get his number.

I would text him all about my admiration. I would even call him. The only difference here is that he welcomed this. We would talk nights 3 times a week ON THE CELL! It was EXPENSIVE but I didn't mind because in my mind and in my heart I was madly in love with him.

I researched on the band, about him, on the Internet even. I always watch his gigs, I always go to places they hang out.

One time, I got a text message and it was from the girlfriend. The girlfriend said a lot of nasty things to me which could be summed up into asking me to stop texting his boyfriend. I was guilt-stricken so I asked for apology and promised I wont ever bother the boyfriend again.. Unfortunately, that same night, HE asked me to call him. So we talked again on the phone for hours...

*sigh*

He was the first and only drummer whom I admired. I stopped admiring drummers now..

Im more into guitarists...

[adrianb]

If you've never slept with the band, you're not a groupie.

[basikoncept]

Good point...
Those are more or less being obsessed..?

[anti-christ]

If you've never slept with the band, you're not a groupie.

who said all groupies sleep with the band?

[stabwounds]

question... what do groupies like in a band? is it the person/people in the band or the music the band is playing?

[basikoncept]

who said all groupies sleep with the band?

I think being a groupie does not only count as "sleeping with the band" - I think apil pd ang "service" sa band (knang tigkuha ug tighatud sa banda/band member bsag d na nmu responsibilidad); hingi2x ug kwarta or other unnecessary favors; basta murag more on the person (the groupie) giving the band/member things which are already unnecessary which becomes too much...

[stabwounds]

good explanation

[basikoncept]

Thanks...
Ang nakanindut sa mga groupies k maka-benefit ang banda (providing na dili lng pd unta nila palabi-an ug abuso); ang downside on the other hand k usahay luoy (or maybe degrading sa uban) na tnawun ang mga groupies (sa atung pananaw) - pro sa mga groupie k ok ra nila k naa mn ddtu ilang kalipay...

but my add'l question: Some if not most of these girls (k majority k babae mn kuno) who "sleep with the band" / give favors to the band k hitsuraan ug buotan rmn pd, so why do they have to be a groupie and give "special favors" na pwd rmn sila ma-fan and they'd still be popular k d mn pd sila bati ug nawng or unsa...
Could it be na mas grabe ang popularity k mas "close" kunuhay sila sa banda? ...Maybe?

[stabwounds]

that could be one of the biggest reason... getting laid with a band member can be one of the least kay daghan reasons...