Metal Den Mothers

[Kristine_ES]

my heart accelerated with the throttle as i pointed my wheels to the hole in the wall where Sanctuary comes to play.  it was so good to see everyone finally, and what a gift--something badly needed--to be recognized, group-hugged, and have anyone glad i was there.  they bring their children now (with ear plugs, we are responsible) and there are cupcakes on the tiny square tables all joined up to accommodate our camera bags and green bottles. (i wonder what the beer bottles talk about in their huddle at the edge of the table as they watch over our jean jackets and purses while we press our bodies against the metal barrier, thrash long hair and necks, and sing in loud unison our fear of the dark?) 

i drove home so happy, but couldn't get over the change that came over a few of us grrls:  we are mature metal mommas now, more interested in recycling the green bottle herds and making fun of the opening band whose songs all sound the same and how did they manage to make every line rhyme with fuck?  their guitars were more interesting than the pretty young things that wielded them, and we were more likely to take them aside and preach smoking cessation instead of manhandling them backstage and not caring how we'd ever get home. 

[Brittany]

it's seems cliché i know, but you rock. great piece and the comments say everything already.

[Bill Floyd]

This is awesome.  We will group hug you anytime around here.  I often feel self-conscious when I'm at a show where the crowd skews younger, but I made a decision long ago that I would try not to let self-consciousness keep me from doing the things I love to do.  Sounds like you came to the same place.

(The bottles, by the way, were discussing how they could animate so they could sing along to "Powerslave.")

[Mike Handley]

Works both ways, except maybe for Gene Simmons.

[Gita]

This piece came together in a few places like clockwork. Click. Ideas meshed: earplugs for the children and mature metal mommas and how did they manage to make every line rhyme with fuck? funny and thoughtful six. Fave.

[Toby Tucker Hecht]

I read this with more than a little interest as my college reunion is coming up in June and I imagine the feelings invoked by this piece will be flagrant in my group of old (in both ways) friends,

[Angela]

It is interesting to see your evolution, and your wistful humor.  My favorite phrase - "i drove home so happy".  It is truly elegant.  We should all take the time to be so direct.

[Teresa]

I won't call it getting old.  What is it?  Getting wise and balanced and centered?  Love this.  I would never want to go back, but remembering the weightlessness of youth is like going back without having to give up all the miles I've gained.

[Cita]

OMG.  This is why we write, my friend. Because once in awhile, a jewel shines so brightly.   This is a jewel.  You made me wistful, made me smile, made me laugh out  loud (preaching smoking cessation instead of manhandling them backstage!!!!!), made me have to read again.  Bravo!

[Javed Baloch]

i wonder what the beer bottles talk about in their huddle at the edge of the table as they watch over our jean jackets and purses while we press our bodies against the metal barrier, thrash long hair and necks, and sing in loud unison our fear of the dark? Loved this one, Kristine. Well done.