We chatted and took selfies, and as he grabbed my hand again I blurted, “It’s been years since I’ve even looked like a groupie.”
Searching for some space, Captain Sensible rushed me out of the hallway and through a door that was off limits to anyone other than the band. He sat me down in a room and began to talk, asking me questions along the way. It was all too much for me. None of it seemed real. This. Was. Not. My. World. But tonight, there was a man who made me feel that it was indeed MY world. We laughed, talked about our lives, and I felt like we were old friends. I mean we practically were. I remember following the band around San Francisco in the early eighties.
Of course, he would remember me!!!
Right?
Well, perhaps not. But I remember those good old days, my glory days. Maybe, his, too? I don’t know.
He said, “We were very, very bad back then. Reckless, in fact.”
“Yes, of course I said, but that was punk. You are punk”.