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I wouldn’t have started this project had it not been for the kind and loving support of some of the people,<br />
mentioned and unmentioned, herein. The encouragement from fans of my previous work didn’t hurt, either.<br />
The list that follows is by no means exhaustive or all-inclusive, for which I apologize.<br />
I send much love and gratitude to: Jeff Cathcart, Jen Duchene, Ron Britton, Farrah Lewis, Molly Burke,<br />
Rashas Weber, Demetre Philon Hajenian (The Superstitions), Kevin Kraft (The Van Goghs, Riflebirds, Cry!),<br />
Sean Monteverdi (A Family Restaurant, Radio Silents, Twelve Gauge, Ken Hanson Band), Rozz Rezabek<br />
(Negative Trend, Theatre of Sheep), Jimi Haskett (Film at 11, Theatre of Sheep) and the late Billy Rancher<br />
(Malchicks, Unreal Gods, Flesh+Blood, HunDread Percent).<br />
Thank you for being a part of the music.<br />
I Blame Facebook:<br />
Yep, I do. Facebook put me back in touch with people from the past -- high school, elementary school ...<br />
and the Portland music scene. Someone named Karen started a Facebook page called “I Hung Out at Satyricon<br />
Back In The Day” -- which I did, albeit in the earliest days of that club’s existence.<br />
I moved out of my parents’ home in 1982 and to the San Francisco Bay Area in 1985. I was involved in<br />
some aspect or another of the music business until 1988, when I walked away from anything other than enjoying<br />
a show from time to time. I had parlayed my freelance writing and publicity work into a day job as a<br />
writer/journalist by then, eventually be<strong>com</strong>ing a newspaper editor. I wrote two non-fiction books, a novel and<br />
an anthology of essays.<br />
I didn’t miss the business or the “scene” very much, if truth be told. I kept in touch with people from “the<br />
old days” only sporadically.<br />
Until Facebook. Suddenly, there was my ex-boyfriend the drummer, one of my favorite singer-songwriters,<br />
the guitarist from a band I’d worked with, my high school sweetheart and his new wife ... and a lot of<br />
reminiscing.<br />
It was those posts from the Satyricon page that made me consider writing about that three-year period in<br />
Portland. I’d tried, in the past, but couldn’t really get a sense of the time across. I joked that I should call any<br />
memoir of that time You Had to Be There.<br />
My husband, Jeff, thinks that No Shit, There I Was would work. Anyone who’s been part of the Society for<br />
Creative Anachronism will recognize this phrase as the introduction to all strange-but-true SCA stories.<br />
Two of my favorite singers are dead, as is one ex-boyfriend. But a whole lot more of us survived that time,<br />
and I guess it’s time to tell the tale.<br />
<strong>Here</strong>’s to my fellow survivors.<br />
Names have been changed, in some cases, to protect the not even remotely innocent. An asterisk marks<br />
them.<br />
No shit, there I was.<br />
Socially Naïve:<br />
I moved out of my parents’ home in 1982, at age eighteen. I had a full-time job, of which I was admittedly<br />
less than fond. I had also had my fill of living under my parents’ very strict rules -- rules that were different for<br />
me than for my brother.<br />
In hindsight, some things were not that bad -- but other things were ridiculous. I was not allowed to go<br />
shopping with my gal-pals; there always had to be an adult. So, I didn’t get to go very often. Dating rules were<br />
even more draconian, so I didn’t date more than a couple of times, although I had “boyfriends” with whom I<br />
kept <strong>com</strong>pany at school. One of those high school boyfriends and I carried on an on-again/off-again<br />
relationship until I moved to California. I’ll get to that story later on.<br />
I was very book-smart, and most assuredly lonely. My best friend, Rashas, and I loved music, especially The<br />
Beatles and Wings. We read a lot, and also wrote reams of god-awful fan fiction starring ourselves and a cast of<br />
musicians. (She apologized to Denny Laine for this on his Facebook page; I have no doubt that he was amused<br />
when he clicked the “like” button.)