Confessions of a band girlfriend
Posted: Thursday, July 10, 2008 7:00 AM by Anna Chan
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Grab bag, Music
The club is packed, the music’s rockin’ and the stage lights are perfectly illuminating the hot frontman of the band you’re seeing. You gaze up adoringly at him, silently gloating to yourself that he’s your man and no one else’s.
Yes, being a band girlfriend can certainly have its perks. Included on the pro list is getting into practically every show in town for free, drink tickets now and then, endless swag, and my favorite, getting to meet and hang out with members of your favorite bands in the scene.
But that’s about it. The cons can be many, and they can throw many a wrench into the relationship. Trust me. I’ve been a band girlfriend for nearly seven years.
To begin with, you’re never just the band girlfriend. You become a de facto member of the band, and your attendance is expected at every show, and not just to be the cheerleader. Being a band girlfriend is equivalent to having a second job that runs into all hours of the night. At shows, you work the merchandise booth (which includes dealing with drunk creeps), schmooze with the fans, help load and unload gear.
And in some cases, you also get to be the publicist who writes press releases and tries to land the band interviews. One of my friends, also a band girlfriend for a time before me, ended up as the manager and tour booker. That leaves no time to be just a girlfriend.
And speaking of time, musicians spend a lot of it rehearsing and working on music. That’s time your man doesn’t spend with you. If the band tours, forget about it. You’re talking about anywhere from two weeks to several months of not seeing each other, so you and your partner trust each other.
On that note, the fan girls can suck. They’re likely doing what many gals do at shows – ogling your man, who has put himself on display for the world to see. Except sometimes, they don’t just look. Take, for example, one hoochie who came up to my boyfriend while I was with him at a non-band-related outing. “Anytime you need a groupie, just let me know!” she giggled as she literally threw herself at him. And your job as a band girlfriend at that point? Grin and bear it. (The morning after the run-in with that gal, he received an e-mail from her in his band account that said, “Please keep writing music that matches the beat of my heart.” Fortunately, I was able to let scream obscenities at that point.)
So if this relationship ever runs its course (and tough as it can be, I do hope it lasts), you can bet that I won’t be looking for another musician to date. I wouldn’t want to go through this -- or being called a groupie at my high school reunion -- again. Unless Trent Reznor asks me out, of course.