1988. I was at my high school boyfriend’s house. His little sister was in 8th grade, I was a senior. She was really cool and I could tell she wanted to find *something* that we would have in common. She reminded me a lot of myself at that age. One day, she came into his room where we were hanging out, and with shaking hands, handed me a cassette. It was Jane’s Addiction’s “Nothing’s Shocking.”
I put it in my car stereo as I left and fell in love. Rarely has an album hit me so hard as this. I played that thing so much, I had to buy her a new copy.
1992. I had just turned 21 and spent a lot of time in Downtown Buffalo, hitting up the bars on Elmwood Avenue. One night, we were at the Brick House or Continental or I don’t even remember, and there was this guy that caught my eye. He had the cover photo from the album tattooed on his arm. Tall, Italian, with dreadlocks, I had to go up to him and tell him how much I loved the album. That was Jeff. We only dated for a couple months, but they were some of the best of my life at that time. We listened to Jane’s constantly. He held my hair as I puked in parking lots. We were so cool together! We drifted apart, probably because he didn’t have a car and didn’t live very close to me. I found out a couple months ago that he had died. He was only 40. I cried for days. (My eyes are tearing up again, just thinking about it.)
My wedding song was “Summertime Rolls.”
On every single one of my road trips, I listen to “Nothing’s Shocking,” as well as “Kettle Whistle.”
I finally got to see them a few years ago. I get to see them again this week in Tucson.
I’m starting a campaign this week on Twitter to get Perry to let me backstage.
“Show me everybody, naked and disfigured. Nothing’s shocking.”