Showing posts with label Snowblynd. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Snowblynd. Show all posts

Thursday, May 13, 2010

My Husband vs. Nikki Sixx

If you know me or follow my blog, you know that I love Nikki Sixx. Hopefully, you also know that I love my husband. That being said, just because I'm happily married and love my husband doesn't mean I would ever pass up an opportunity to be with Nikki Sixx (please feel free to read into the meaning of "be with" if you'd like). But never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine that I would actually have to choose between the two loves of my life.

For weeks now, I have been unbelievably excited about attending Rock on the Range. Aside from the fact that I would get to hang out with my lovely friends, Dee and Sarge, and see some fantastic bands (Limp Bizkit...that does not include you), I was also going to be within feet, maybe even inches of my one and only Nikki Sixx. I would dare to say that there would have been about a 97% chance of me meeting him. We would exchange glances as we extended our hands, and our palms would touch and squeeze each other in sheer delight as his breath would fall upon my skin while he introduced himself to me...ummm...I digress.

Then my dreams were shattered last Saturday night. My husband's band, Snowblynd, got their first gig in Nashville, and this gig isn't at some hole in the wall bar. The Snowblynd boys will be performing at Manuel's shop for a sale/benefit event. Who is Manuel, you ask? He's responsible for making Elvis' gold lame suit. He's responsible for creating the beautifully embroidered and rhinestoned suits for everyone from Johnny Cash to Porter Wagoner to Kid Rock to Gram Parsons. He's responsible for creating the Rolling Stones logo. And he's responsible for crafting my husband's wedding jacket. Yup, that's a pretty rad first gig in Nashville. The only problem? It's on the same day as Rock on the Range.

Oh shit. Now what do I do? Do I stay in Columbus to meet Nikki Sixx? Or do I support my husband and go to Nashville? Decision, decisions.

As my husband and I stared blankly into each other's faces over this dilemma, he said to me, "Baby, just stay here and meet Nikki Sixx. You've seen me play a million times. You may never get another opportunity like this to meet Nikki Sixx." This statement coming from the man who is well aware of the fact that if Nikki asked me to run away from him, I would go. So I ask you loyal readers...How f-ing amazing is my husband?

Of course, way down deep in my heart, I knew there was no way I could miss watching my wonderful husband mesmerize the people of Nashville. It may not be a big stadium show or the opening slot for some big time band, but it's a pretty big show to me.


So instead of going to Rock on the Range and making Nikki Sixx fall madly in love with me, I'll be in my favorite city, Nashville, Tennessee, watching my husband's band kick ass in a legendary clothier's showroom, and it's going to be incredible.

You've eluded me once again my lovely Nikki. I suppose it just wasn't meant to be...yet.

Monday, February 22, 2010

VOTE FOR SNOWBLYND!


Yes, this is me shamelessly plugging my husband's band, Snowblynd. They are a kick ass rock/southern rock band. Some have said they're a good mix of the Black Crowes and Tesla. Others have said that if Guns N Roses and Waylon Jennings had a baby, Snowblynd would be the spawn from that glorious union.

Guitar Center is sponsoring a contest called Your Next Record with Slash. The grand prize winner will get to record three songs that will be produced by legendary producer, Mike Clink, and Slash will write, record and perform on one song. Of course, there are plenty of other goodies that go along with that, but recording with Slash is by far one of the coolest prizes ever given away.

So please go to this link and vote for Snowblynd EVERY DAY. Why? Because they are the best band you've never heard of and they deserve it. Need another reason? I'm tired of working for corporate America and I need to be a rock star's wife. Just kidding...not really.