Always Here…

Now I know I am just one of many thousands of Simple Minds fans. And I know my place. I have been fortunate enough to be welcomed into the fold, not just by many of the fans, but by Jim himself on Facebook. The interactivty I have experienced has been amazing. 

Initially…I just wanted to be noticed. In all brutal honesty. I just wanted him to know I was a new fan, I existed, I adore their music and it was a privilege just to get a “like” on Facebook. Then…a like becomes wanting a comment…a comment becomes wanting a daily comment…and so on and so on. It makes you feel heard, appreciated. Special. You have a voice…and you start to feel genuine friendship, even though the encounters are fleeting, and in reality, you know the person very little.

I just wanted him to know me. And now he does. Having a name that stands out helps. (Thank you Mum! And man who helped with conception.) Jim probably knows me a little TOO well now! Lol

I do many, many silly things…like today. Several things. Like this…

(This was my, rather belated, reply to Jim sharing Charlie’s favourite song to put on at Christmas (or any) parties – Sylvester’s “Do You Want To Funk?”)

I would never dream of saying something that brazen to his face!! I would want the ground to swallow me up. It’s silly…but, I just want to try and make him laugh. Who knows whether he does? Like I said in yet ANOTHER post…he most likely just gets filled with dread when he sees I’ve posted!

In truth, I was kind of relieved he didn’t show up at Tantrum Doughnuts. I’d have been an absolute jibbering wreck had he! I couldn’t go backstage at Hackney. I wouldn’t have been able to cope or look at him.

I can’t see how I’ll be any better in 6 months time! All I would want…more than anything in the world is: One – for him to say my name and Two) For me to just be able to talk to him. Just one on one. No silly sycophantic infatuation ninny speak. Just, proper…questions and answers…there’d be tons of things I’d want to ask and talk about. There would never be enough time. And I know he’d be patient. Look how patient he has been with me already! I’m sure any other fan would be blocked by now! 

But I hate to think of him as being sad or forlorn. I get the feeling he rarely gets that way. But if he was starting to today, I hope I made him chuckle with my silly brazen comments and posts. 

Honestly, he has the pateince of a saint. And it is testament to the lovely lady who raised him. Simple Minds’ Number One fan, as he has referred to his mum in the past. Some fans had met her and had relayed stories of her bursting with pride for her son. They have lovely memories of her…as does Jim, of course. I will never get the privilege of meeting her, sadly. But I hope that I can, one day, meet the beautiful son she raised.

So, here is to Irene Kerr. A beautiful mother to a beautiful son.