Hard News: He might be crazy, but he's not dumb
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oops - sorry for my snappiness Heather. Maybe I should have tested the waters a little before jumping in. I must have been drunk!
Yes, I believe that Jordan (according to all accounts) had a drink as soon as he won the bet with his band and management that he could do 12 months without touching a drop. - who wouldn't?What I do know is that he has frequent periods where he decides not to drink for the duration of a project - whether it be for 6 days or 6 weeks, and unlike the rest of us he sticks to it.
He's a hellofa nice guy and anyone who ever meets Jordan loves him and people who know him well love him even more - add this to one of the most generous and potent live performances you will ever be lucky enough to see whether that was 20 years ago or last week.
I don't know if I could think of anyone more fitting to have won this award.
...that's all
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hear, hear!
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Jordan
I'm almost too scared to ask as I have such a picture in my head of her, but what of Victoria?In case Jordan doesn't come back, yes, she was real, and she was a hooker. I think someone's landlord was the pimp.
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Cheers, no hard feelings either way then!
unlike the rest of us he sticks to it.
Yeah, this is what astounded me WRT the bet. I don't know a single muso who could have accomplished such a feat. Legend.
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Is this a Brush With Fame conversation?
I once saw the actor Anthony Perkins (Psycho, On The Beach, etc) browsing in one of those obscenely expensive clothing shops on South Granville in my hometown Vancouver. He was wearing ratty shorts and a T shirt, flip-flops ("jandals") sunglasses and a Breitling watch. If it hadn't been for the Breitling I wouldn't have thought it was him as he looked so scruffy, but I reasoned only an actor would shop on South Granville dressed like that. I kept glancing up at him and trying to decide if it was really Anthony Perkins when he sidled up besided me, lifted his sunglasses, grinned, nodded knowingly, then winked at me. I kind of squeaked and scurried behind a rack of cashmere coats. He just smiled and looked amused.
And my friend Georgina, who was obsessed with David Bowie got a tip from her sister who worked at the Hotel Vancouver that Bowie and entourage had just checked in, so she went down there with a huge bouquet of roses and hung around the elevator waiting for someone to appear. After waiting for ages and ready to give up, she said to a bell-hop "could you please give these to David Bowie" when someone said "I'll see that he gets them" and she turned around to see Bowie standing there. He turned out to be really nice, talked to George for an hour, put her on the door list for his concert, thanked her graciously for the flowers and kissed her. George ever quite recovered from the shock.
Oh, and Bryan Adams stalked me for a couple years, but I'm not sure if it counts as a brush with fame if you're the stalkeree.
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After waiting for ages and ready to give up, she said to a bell-hop "could you please give these to David Bowie" when someone said "I'll see that he gets them" and she turned around to see Bowie standing there. He turned out to be really nice, talked to George for an hour, put her on the door list for his concert, thanked her graciously for the flowers and kissed her. George ever quite recovered from the shock.
I'm going to tell my hairdresser Shane that. He'll just die.
Oh, and Bryan Adams stalked me for a couple years, but I'm not sure if it counts as a brush with fame if you're the stalkeree.
Eeeewww!
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Oh, and Bryan Adams stalked me for a couple years, but I'm not sure if it counts as a brush with fame if you're the stalkeree.
Now there's a story I'd like to hear. Although the thought of it makes me feel a little nauseous. Especially because I'm now envisioning that he called up Rod and Sting and the three of them followed you around on segueways singing to you the whole time.
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Segueways.
That is genius Joanna, a vision of nightmarish proportions that makes me wonder what else goes on inside that head of yours... -
Nobody likes a smartarse. But seriously. No, that's it. Nobody likes a smartarse. ;)
are you saying you're a nobody?
I don't know how to deal with that... -
Oh, and Bryan Adams stalked me for a couple years
I wish I could just casually drop stuff like that into conversation.
Also, "try a little Bry and kiss your lonely nights goodbye".
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OMG, I've just remembered ... the first time Bryan Adams came here, I interviewed him at the Sheraton.
And I told him about this new song by a local group that was on the same bill as him (the Bowie show?) at Western Springs.
It was ... 'Sex and Agriculture' by the Dance Exponents.
The circle is complete.
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Nobody likes a smartarse. But seriously. No, that's it. Nobody likes a smartarse. ;)
are you saying you're a nobody?
I don't know how to deal with that...I'm a nobody indeed. Over 40, fat and female. Makes me invisible. Well done, witty one.
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a vision of nightmarish proportions that makes me wonder what else goes on inside that head of yours...
You got the zines, you don't want to know any further than that, trust me!
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Oh, and Bryan Adams stalked me for a couple years, but I'm not sure if it counts as a brush with fame if you're the stalkeree.
Now there's a story I'd like to hear. Although the thought of it makes me feel a little nauseous. Especially because I'm now envisioning that he called up Rod and Sting and the three of them followed you around on segueways singing to you the whole time.
Poor Bryan, he's really quite a nice guy. He just wasn't my type - at least he didn't have the required effect on me, namely my heart didn't turn over at the sight of him. Jimmy Newton (who later became the singer in the band the Sons of Freedom) did have that effect on me, so I didn't even look twice at Adams.
Jimmy was a waiter and a math student when I was dating him, but he was way cuter than Bryan. Plus he was English, which seemed exotic at the time.
I was living in a student house in North Vancouver - our friend Michael bought it when he was 21, as he had been the heir to a massive fortune (Canadian Pacific) but his Dad, Bruce Yorke turned Communiist (and for a time was literally the only democratically elected Communist in North America... ever) and in turning Communist, repudiated the entire fortune. Michael didn't get his share of the millions, as his Dad had repudiated the inheritance, but each of his children got a $40T token share from their grandfather, which despite being only a fracton of the family fortune, it was stll a lot of money in those days. So we had the run of this huge North Van house (now worth over a million, but that's not that much in Vancouver). We were all fabulous cooks, we were serious students so we kept tv well away from the place, but we'd have great great parties.
The house was always packed with students, and Bryan Adams was one of the kids who'd grown up in the neighbourhood. He'd had a band called Baby Strange and Michael let them practice there, but by the time I met him he was already just Bryan Adams and getting famous. Actually (this is about 1979 or 1980) he was touring with the Police, but I was spared the experience of them singing at me.
Bryan, and his friend The Beanbag (whom he thanks on all his records) were regular fixtures, and he and Chris (The Beanbag) were always just there . Bryan sent me: candy, flowers, my favourite Chinese pastries, his record, tried to take me skiing, turned up when I was skiing, turned up at classes where I taught gymnastics and watched (to be fair this was open to the public) and generally lurked in a lovesick way but finally he gave up. I was a full time student and had 3 jobs, so I was pretty tired and cranky most of the time, I wasn't very nice to him, I 'm afraid.
I nearly went out with him, because he made me laugh (in reference to Michael's dreadful stereo at a party, he said "shall we put another record on the lathe?" and once, in reference to seeing Michael - who does have weird body language - in a grocery store, said "I saw Michael mincing and flapping in Produce City..." But as I say, Jimmy was the guy for me back then.
Bryan may make awful music, but he's a good guy and incredibly bright, and quite the art collector even back then. He'd grown up all over Europe (his Dad was a foreign attache or diplomat or something) and he'd developed quite an eye for art. Actually, once when I was wandering a party carrying a friend's cute little 2 year old as an accessory to my blue dress, he told me I looked like Raphael's Madonna... but funny, cultured or full of flattery, he didn't make my heart turn over.
I haven't seen Bryan for... 25 years I think, but he sang at The Beanbag's wedding only a year or two ago, but I didn't attend as I was here (NZ). Bryan took the photograph of the Queen on the Canadian stamps. He got into photography (as a way to meet models, I suspect), but is quite talented and has published a couple of books of photographs... and is now great friends with Shalom Harlow, Linda Evangelista and other Canadian models. The books werefundraising work for breast cancer and also he does work for Oxfam (with a particular interest in rural India). I hear news from mutual friends, but haven't seen him for ages. He was not my biggest fan by the time he gave up chasing me. Mostly he lives in London, and he - now here's a brush with fame - once slept with Diana, Princess of Wales, round about the time of Live Aid.
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Thank you so much Dyan, that's a brilliant story! Did you ever comb through his lyrics to see if there were any references to you in there? And thanks also for confirming the Princess Di rumour I heard elsewhere.
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Thank you so much Dyan, that's a brilliant story! Did you ever comb through his lyrics to see if there were any references to you in there? And thanks also for confirming the Princess Di rumour I heard elsewhere.
Heh, well I'm pretty sure the songs were about women he actually dated, and I never went out with him, though I must admit I did listen to the record (__You Want It You Got It__) he sent me with particular interest. There are some references to someone who is sleep deprived and kind of pissed off, so I thought, gee that does sound like me.
But I knew everyone he knew and everyone he dated, and mostly they were about a girl named Eve Coleman (who dumped him for another guy) and that's who Cuts Like a Knife is about. And Anne Hopper, who also dumped him for another guy. Once in an interview in a Canadian magazine the interviewer asked him how he was enjoying success and Bryan said "Well, it's better than any girlfriend I ever had".
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lovely, lovely story, dyan - and well told.
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I'm a nobody indeed. Over 40, fat and female. Makes me invisible.
Heh, well I'm 50, and at that age a woman is so invisible that body type really doesn't matter. Kate Bush wrote a song about a spell for invisibility, which basically involved being female and middle aged.
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Kate Bush wrote a song about a spell for invisibility, which basically involved being female and middle aged.
Oooh what is it called?
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Bryan Adams has just become even cooler in my eyes. Though if that were me, I would so have gone out with him.
Kate Bush wrote a song about a spell for invisibility, which basically involved being female and middle aged.
If any men wish to simulate this effect, simply don a high-viz vest and walk down the street. Despite the name, no one will pay any attention to you.
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I'm a nobody indeed. Over 40, fat and female. Makes me invisible. Well done, witty one.
I'm a 65 year old amputee, (left leg) 40's a good score for me.
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Poor Bryan, he's really ..... Live Aid.
phew, that's way more than I ever wanted to know about summer of 69
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I'm a 65 year old amputee, (left leg) 40's a good score for me.
I'm glad you specified which leg, because if it'd been the right, well, that'd be a whole 'nother story...
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Bryan may make awful music, but he's a good guy and incredibly bright,
I liked him when I met him. Just hated his music.
But it must have been The Police at Western Springs ...
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I'm glad you specified which leg, because if it'd been the right, well, that'd be a whole 'nother story...
sometimes people on the internet make things up,
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