So someone I went to school with is a musician in Toronto. Last year, he did a bunch of gigs with Michelle McAdorey from Crash Vegas. Now, I was pretty big on Crash Vegas in high school (well, the first album anyway, before things fell to shit). So he was asking all of us to come out and see him and Michelle play, and I didn't go, because a) it was nowhere near the TTC and looked to be a huge pain in the ass to get to, b) I hadn't seen any of that group since high school, and was sorta intimidated, and c) it was Michelle McAdorey, and never meet your heroes.
Anyway, soon after that, she friended me on FB. Which was nice. I had no reason to expect it. And nothing happened (I figured it was a promotional account).
But somehow the FB formulas have been kicking in, over ol' pervyface at the CBC, and now Michelle McAdorey is commenting on my posts. Last night she was going through my old photo albums.
Forty year old me is mildly amused. Fifteen year old me is LOSING HIS FUCKING MIND. Because it's MICHELLE McADOREY! The sensitive singer-songwriter who was writhing on the floor in a little black turtleneck in the Smoke video! And she's chatting with ME!
Calm down, boy.
Still. It's nice. If only I had a time machine.
I haven't actually heard Crash Vegas in a long, long time. The CD is somewhere in the basement, and I'd really rather not go looking for it and messing things up down there. And there's nothing on iTunes, thanks to the various label and band implosions.
Even better than Crash Vegas, though, she was in a New Wave band called 'Corect Spelling'. I must hear this band.
The fact that she was old enough to release an album in 1982 is helping to temper things on my end a bit. But just a bit.
Aah, it's a harmless crush. It'll pass. It's nice to revisit a crush that I had in my high school locker, though. I'm enjoying the moment.