RockstarDUMB

Prior to this song hitting our airwaves, I had been a huge fan of Nickleback, I also was obsessed with the thought of making it big in the Music Industry one day.  After years of working for free, meeting ridiculous demands of wanna-be rockstars and endless dreams crashing right before me, I decided enough is enough!

I had my first taste of that life when I started writing songs for several bands, then I decided to become the CEO of my little (in my mind, huge) Entertainment business. I put my everything into the business, and held on tight to the dreams of making big one day.

Right after this song started playing on the radio and every person in America had it as their personal cell phone ringtone, I realized that my plan of making it big was just never going to happen!  I used this song as my healing.  Everytime I would hear the song, I would smile sheepishly and everytime I would watch the video, smiled even more sheepishly!

This was the most correct but hysterical portrayal of what I now call, "ROCKSTARDUMB".  I saw the silly things people do to make it in the Music Industry and even worse the lifestyles they must first adopt in order to even have their name partially known.

Being that I am a wife and a mother, having a drug dealer on speed dial was just not a good idea.  Then of course staying skinny from just not eating was going to be impossible!  Have you ever tried my husband's Johnsonville Brats? The only key I have is the one to my own front door and a bathtub to fit 10 plus me, well...my bathtub barely fits me!

This was my reality, this was my now.  How could I do all those things just to have one last shot at being famous.  What I guess I did not realize is that I would not have been famous in that way anyway!  Writers are starving just like Actors, and if half the world loves you, then more than half hate you. I did have a chance to see what that kind of life would bring me though.

A band that I was managing one year, was not only a piece of musical work, but they owned the title "Rock Star".  The dressing room had to have a bowl filled with blue M&M's and Desani water, definately I would dare someone to put in any other water besides Desani...just for kicks and giggles of watching all 5 of them throw themselves into hysterics! You could have blindfolded these guys and gave them a cup of water, if it was not Desani, F-bombs would fly from their mouths and land in your ears!

I had been spending the last year trying to figure out the music industry, basically with no luck! I figured that my hellfire that I was permanently in with all these musicians, rockstars (yes there IS a difference) and venues was just a normal part of the business, and I should just suck it up and get busy! Then I quickly stopped myself from this sort of thinking.  Normal was not a part of the musical dictionary and the music industry was NO exception to the rule!

Take Amy Wino...uh, I mean Winehouse for example.  She looks like a cross between Dennis Rodman and Boy George (which I truly believe may really be the same person!). This is only ONE example of what becoming a rockstar does to you. The list of examples that I could use would be longer than the track marks on Amy's arms if I listed everyone falling to this way of living famously.  Instead I will just quote Amy herself...No, no, NO!

I think I have finally came up with an idea of what to do with Michael jackson's Never never land ranch, if he had lost it to the $23 mil lawsuit, the amount in which he first owed on the loan. I think we should develop the land and make a nice cozy property for all these poor strung out rockstars that are "down and out in Beverly hills"!

An even better idea would be to "house" all of them there, and allow the public to come for guided tours, a real life wax museum of sorts! I think I better "copyright" that idea, how much do you want to make a bet, we will soon have a place called, "Lost in Never-Neverland".

In all my years of playing groupie, roadie, mom and boss to all of the drama-filled musicians that needed curling irons and M&M's strategically placed in their dressing rooms and the guys in the band that cried if the black eyeliner ran out, I now know I made the right decision...getting out!