Ode to my fairy godmother, by proxy

Have you ever contemplated jail time?

I mean just how bad does the offense have to be before they send you to the Big House?

I’m not planning anything a jewelry heist or embezzlement. I’m not even sure my dirty deed is criminal. But my motto has always been if the opportunity presents itself, then, by George, don’t sit there, man. Do something about it!

I want to meet Steven Tyler, and my opportunities are limited. I think my only option is to rush the concert stage when Aerosmith plays Atlanta.

Surely, I would get off with a plea of temporary insanity. Sane middle-aged school teachers don’t normally risk a record for a photo op with a singing sensation. But then again I’m not normal, and this is no ordinary singing sensation. We’re talking Steven Tyler.

Now let’s get this straight. I am not obsessed with Steven Tyler. I don’t hide the fact that I really, really like his hair and its charms, braids, and feathers. But I do not in any way, shape, or form endorse his beliefs or code of morality, whatever it may be. I do like his bluesy voice. I like his voice a lot. Almost as much as I like his hair.

Steven Tyler is an icon to me, not an idol. I do not worship him. I do admire his talent. I do not want to stalk him. I simply want to mark off one more “to do” on my bucket list. And that, my friend, is meeting him and getting a photo to document the occasion.

I know that it’s standard procedure for authorities to take said mug shot at the station when they haul in the perpetrator, but I was hoping, should I be arrested for rushing the stage, that said authorities might be kind enough to snap my mug shot WITH Steven Tyler before I’m taken to the precinct. Mission accomplished. That’s the plan. Bail can’t be that much. Can it?

I embarrass my children talking like this. Yet, they are just as quirky as I am. Both of them. They’ll understand someday when their opportunities for adventure grow limited, when they have to either deal with their own quirkiticity or lose any creativity they ever had.

I guess it’s a good thing I’m a teacher. I never really have to grow up. Except for a short departure to the Boro, I’ve never really graduated from Central High.

I’ve accepted the fact that my destiny is to be one of “them,” the crazy teachers the students all whisper about between classes. I hear them talking.

 “Did you hear about Mrs. L? Yeah, she’s on that Tyler kick again.”

“Aw, man. I was just getting into our discussion of the futility of the American dream in Death of a Salesman. Now all we’re going to talk about is American Idol. Again.”

But the good thing about being a teacher is that I work with adolescents who have not yet embraced the mature adult state of mind that prohibits quirkiticity and embraces stoic etiquette.

I just found out Steven Tyler is hosting a Rock and Roll Fantasy Camp in LA. The thought of spending any time in a Playboy mansion disgusts me. But here we have one more very real opportunity to get a shot with the man.

And that is ALL I want. I do not lust after Steven Tyler. I do not desire his fame, his fortune. Well, maybe I DO covet his hair…and his clothing. My son Michael says we can go shopping together. He’s right.

My family members have been calling the radio station trying to help me win the contest that will send me to said fantasy camp. I’m sure they relish the idea of me just getting this notion out of my system so that I can go on to the next item on my list. Or they just want to get rid of me.

Fantasy camp is probably a no go. Oh, I clicked on the web site and filled out the online application—except the part where I had to enter my credit card number. The digits came close to $9000. I did not click enter.

So maybe the camp’s out of reach, but the concert is in the bag. Literally. I have my ticket in my school satchel. Notice I said ticket. My family won’t even go with me for fear I’ll embarrass them all, ruin their reputations. Get caught on camera by CNN.

I just don’t get it. I would never do anything lewd or immoral. I just want a picture. Is that too much to ask?

Well, and maybe one of his scarves. A scarf would be nice.

This is MY bucket list. And again, I do not endorse Steven Tyler’s beliefs, his morals, his lyrics.. My pursuit is just a manifestation of my quirkiticity. And I think he does a great job of helping the American Idol kids pursue their dreams.

I don’t want to go to jail. But a girl has to do what a girl has to do. My major concern is that this blog is evidence of premeditation.

But doesn’t premeditation just apply to murder and really bad crimes? I’m really not committing any crime. Not really.

I’m not even stalking the man. I just want a picture. (And maybe a scarf.) Is that too much to ask? I’m an aged, soft-spoken little woman. Do I look like a criminal? Surely, someone will take pity upon me.

I believe in the six degrees of separation.

Perhaps one of you bloggers out there knows someone who knows someone who knows someone who knows Steven Tyler. How hard would it be for one of Steven’s people to send a simple meet and greet pass to a simple school teacher who has given the majority of her life to help build America’s future?

I know how the music industry works. It’s all about who you know. And right now I don’t know Jack Squat.

If only I had a fairy godmother to grant me a wish. But, hey, I believe in serendipity. Perhaps the right person has stumbled onto this blog by accident. Maybe you could make a few calls, and bring a short little woman in a Tennessee hick town great happiness by sending her a meet and greet pass for a little concert in Atlanta,

I’ll let you know how it works out. Otherwise, look for me on CNN.

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15 thoughts on “Ode to my fairy godmother, by proxy

  1. I can’t help you out with the Steven Tyler thing, but I can fill you in a bit on the big house. I worked in a jail as an RN, not to long ago. It is a very sad place indeed. I can’t really say anything nice about it. It is a sad awful experience. Dark, dirty, dingy and sometimes downright scary are the words that come to mind when I think about that place. Also, there is no ‘Station’ as you talk about. It is a big receiving room that smells like feet. There are sick, wounded, drunk inmates mixed in with the mentally ill, gang members etc. Heartbreaking. I hope you get a chance to meet Steven Tyler, but by all means, avoid jail.

    • I think that is very good advice. Perhaps I will be very polite as I tiptoe toward the stage. Perhaps my pitiful look will get the job done. I definitely want to avoid jail. I’m sure the RN job was as much of a ministry as it was a regular job. I’ve never worked a jail ministry–yet. I have worked homeless missions and gang areas. As much as I joke about the Tyler adventure, I really do have a heart for working with inmates. We have a good program in our town. Our situation would not be like that of a major city. What we have basically are regular people who made poor decisions. I just feel as though they need someone to show them kindness too. But that’s a different story. Sometimes, as with this blog, I just need to let out a little silliness.

  2. Okay, so I am contemplating jail time as well…..for sneaking into Bonnaroo…. I may have some things lined up, but once I heard that The Civil Wars would be there, things have changed! I NEED to go…. some how I think you’re the only one that understands the pleading in that sentence. If these things don’t come through, I will sneak in…. hopefully they don’t punish me too hard. I mean who doesn’t wanna see Joy and John Paul? Ugh (:

    • Logan, amazing! I know Joy Williams from the Civil Wars. She is as nice and as sweet as she appears in her appearances. Joy sang at our Christmas Concert and was so so sweet to us in the choir. She took the time to recognize a 50ish woman (me) and tell me how expressive I was. I’ll never forget her. My husband,both in the orchestra and working with the drum line, also experienced her graciousness. I do hope you get a chance to meet them. I know it will be a good experience.

    • Nope, I don’t recommend you sneaking into Bonnaroo. I don’t recommend Bonnaroo as a great venue for seeing any band. I was upfront at Buffalo Springfield. I have stories to tell. However, I was faily close at Mumford and Sons and Warren Haynes. I was miserable tired waiting in line just to get a good view. Four hours for Buffalo. The Civil Wars are quite popular. They should be opening soon for other artists. I think the CMA Fest or whatever it’s called these days would be a better bet. Why don’t you check to see if they are there. I think you can legally get what you’re looking for. Hey, Nashville is just down the road. I bet you could run into them in a restuarant. Happens all the time. My son played with Toby Mac’s son in a bookstore once. You never know.

    • Well, I actually did have feathers in my hair. They were fun! Now I want charms. But I don’t have a photo or a scarf. There is always someday. 🙂 I hope to find Little Richard too. I’m not giving up on that one. 🙂

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