Saturday, February 8, 2014

A Valentine to The Walking Papers~ Now that's Amore!




A year ago, I wrote a piece on Walking Papers. It was titled "Xana's Love Letter to the Walking Papers" on Valentine's Day 2013. I can't believe a year has passed since then. And since then I have gone to see them over six times, filmed and live
streamed Jeff & Ben with them as well as their other band The Missionary Position about five times, and also gone to all of Jeff's solo performances throughout the year... and yet... I still... don't have a T-shirt! I think I need to kiss up to Soozy a little more. 



Soozy Bridges doesn't always help sell Walking Papers merchandise,
but when she does, she looks adorable!

Walking Papers have toured Europe twice since then, toured half of America, with Alice in Chains, shared the stage with too many great bands to name, and got to see Queens of the Stone Age at a castle in Europe. And they're just getting started. But I'm not Rolling Stone, because if I was, they'd already be on my cover. So don't look to me for a review~ my monkey and I don't get paid enough! I do have some lamenting words for the boys though.



 To Duff~ A year ago I told you how much you inspired me to quit smoking and work on some other bad habits. At the moments where I struggled, I'd think, "What would Duff do?" and try to imagine what you'd say to me. Maybe something like, "Come on, Xana, it's time to join the living." That usually worked its magic and what normally felt like suffering would somehow feel good, like a workout for my soul. 


 Your heart reminds us of a warm safe place called the '90s,  and your calm and generous nature with your fans does not go unnoticed by those of us who stand in the shadows and watch with pride like parents at their kids' school play. And I have to say, you have never looked or played better. You truly glow, and emit the essence of someone who lives life to the fullest.



To Jeff~ What can I say, it was love at first sting. When you sing, angels are crying. In fact, I want to play your music for the dying so they can tell the angels in heaven what beautiful music there is here on Earth. Maybe the angels would fight the demons just a little bit harder knowing there is hope for the human race. When you tell stories, the audience knows all the lyrics because no one can say heartache has not touched their life. We are... a lot like you. Keep amazing us, Jefferson. We're all ears. 



Ben~ The Ivory Tickler was never a good enough name to describe you. There is no teasing and tickling when you hit those piano keys. Those of us who have gotten to see you several times love the little things about your performance. The cute way you take off your boots and set them beside you and play in just your socks. Your wild black hair that flies around except the little whispies around your face.  Getting to see you in two bands over the last year has been fantastic, and I dare say I think you single-handedly put the sexy back in piano playing, so keep on getting back -- honky cat! 



   To Barrett~ If I'm not fainting like a Beatles fan girl, I'm quietly saying to myself, "I'm not worthy! I'm not worthy!"  As I watched this video, I smiled a lot. You look like a hologram~ floating like a butterfly and stinging like a bee. I always say that there are a select few people who I hope to still know and get visits from in New Mexico when I'm an old woman and there with nothing left to do but paint in the desert, and you, Sir Martin, are one of them. They say the drummer is the heart of the band, if that is true then I can rightly say that my heart belongs to the Walking Papers

Siempre Contigo, Stargazer