So, here it is. The second morning of my thinly veiled social experiment. I look at my blog stats and it shows that since I put the site up, I’ve had over 200 views. I totally didn’t expect that but think that it’s cool nonetheless. All due to the cool friends that I have that shared this blog with their friends. So, seriously, if you want to be cool, you’ll do the same. You’ll also encourage your friends to be cool, since the deeper I can delve into your friend’s friends, the quicker I can get to my goal of being Deborah Gibson’s friend.
As I was mindlessly driving home last night from work, I had a lot of thoughts about this blog race through my head. Is this really stalkerish? I was debating taking the site down due to Debbie’s problems with stalkers in general. I personally wouldn’t want to have someone stalk me. How would I even react if I got an email or a phone call from her? What kind of conversation would that be? My first guess is that she would thank me for being a fan, but to please take the site down and to never contact her again. This short, yet sweet email or phone conversation would be followed by another one from her legal team stating something about “cease and desist” and “legal ramifications” and “sue your ass into oblivion.” But then I thought, “No. She was so freakin’ sweet to me in that dream that I had the other day! She wouldn’t do that to someone who just wanted to be buds with her!”
Then I started thinking about stuff that we would talk about. “The weather sure has been rainy and cold up here in the Pacific Northwest. Bet you don’t get a lot of that where you are.” She would reply “Um. Seriously? This is all you got?” Ha ha ha ha! That Debbie!
So I started to come up with a list of things that we had in common. I mean, who knows. Maybe we might be mortal enemies or something. I had to know. I had to consult…dun dun duunnnnn… The Wikipedia. So here’s what I found.
1. We both were raised Catholic. The less said about that, the better.
2. We both play the piano and the ukulele. She started when she was a kid. I played piano starting in second grade, but I didn’t start playing the ukulele until I was an adult. I’m sure that we could belt out an impromptu “Tiny Bubbles” by Don Ho, or maybe tickle the ivories in a dueling piano bar… as long as it was closed and the song was pure improvisation, and by improvisation I mean that she would probably play something really cool while I pathetically tried to keep up with some kind of bass line in an Ancient Greek Phrygian mode while she was OBVIOUSLY playing that cool thing in the Medieval Phrygian mode. I really need to relearn my scales.
3. We both performed at nightclub venues in the ’80s. Although she probably got paid and had people go to specifically see her, and I typically was mistaken for the guy that tuned the instruments between sets, and was also frequently asked to go make a Mai Tai. It’s still something I suppose.
4. She wrote the hit song “Only In My Dreams”. I wrote the song “Look To The Sky”. While technically, there’s not much in common with these songs, they both speak to unrequited love. They were also written in English and have a melody and a fairly catchy hook. I *did* say they were both written in English, right?
5. She seems like a really cool person. I like really cool people. Sometimes enough to create blogs about them.
So, Deborah, if you ever do read this, just know that I don’t intend to be a name on the stalker list section of your Wikipedia entry. Just thought it would be cool to be friends with someone with whom I could throw back a PBR and watch Les Mis with… as long as my wife said it was ok, and my daughter didn’t have a basketball game.
