Red_Label":t7nqh4nc said:
We NEVER wore any kind of make-up though.
We did a couple of videos for promos. My girlfriends jumped at the chance to get me made up. It went like this "Janette, the band thinks we should do a video and suggested we all get made up by our wives/gf's. Would you consider..." she couldn't interrupt me fast enough.
"When's the video going to be shot? What time? I'm going to need a couple of hours with you."
"WTF? A couple of hours?"
"That's right. Eyebrows plucked, shaved and shaped. Going to need to do a manicure, too. Your hair's probably ok, but I'll trim it just to make sure it's all straight and proper...let's see, are you doing the leather, spandex or parachute pants?"
"Why?"
"The coloring of your face on stage will need to be coordinated with your clothes for the best effect. And another thing, that extra chest hair must be trimmed, none peaking out over the top of your T-shirt. You've got that one muscle shirt I like, with the two tone blue horizontal stripes, wear that with the leather pants. Trying to decide if it's the black or red leather shoes. Get back to you on that...Ok, see you here tomorrow at 6:30 pm. Don't be late!"
I'm a wash n' wear kind of guy. Our club set started at 9 pm. We finished at 1:30-1:45 am.
So she's telling me that I may be able to dress in 2 minutes, but it will be 2 HOURS to make me up from my neck up. Jeezus, that's frigging insane, woman!
But I do it. I don't think anything of it after it's done. I grab my two guitars, grab the Firebird keys, go down to the club. It's taken just under two hours to go from wash 'n wear to video ready.
There was this one waitress at the club, Linda, she was ridiculously hot. I talked to her once in awhile (we played this club a bunch), but she had a kid, bad relationship, usually in a less than happy mood. I came in ordered a 7-up (had my Crown Royal in the gig bag), sat in the back. She brings me my 7-up, I break out my Crown, pour in a shot, take a drink.
Didn't realize Linda was still there.
"Ahem!"
"Hey Linda."
"Excuse me, WTF is that on your face?"
"Oh, yeah, uh...we're shooting a video tonight. Had Janette make me up. I probably look ridiculous, but I hear I need it for the lights, washout, etc."
"Uh, not sure, let me check. Follow me."
She leads me over to a corner with a really dim light by the back waitress station. No one ever goes there.
"Come here in the light, let's see what happened to you. Ok, back up a little I can't see."
I get under this little dim light.
"Ok, hold it right there for a second. I think you've got a smudge on your mascara. Close your eyes so I can check, ok?"
"Ok."
I close my eyes. Next thing I feel is two hands on the back of my head, yanking my face into hers for one ridiculously long french kiss with a lot of moaning.
She lets me go, looks up at me and says "Yeah, your mascara's fine. Hmm, that was a great kiss. Nice tongue action. I'll be back. Have a good video shoot. Janette showing up later? Never mind, of course she's showing up later with you looking like that. Can't believe she didn't come with you to protect you. Silly girl. All the same, I'll be back for more of that tongue action. You better get up there, the rest of the band is here."
So when Timothy Olyphant says he keeps putting make up on until he wants to fuck himself, I know what effect it has on other women.
I don't hear anything like that coming out of the 90's or more recently, which I think is sad...
So yeah, the 80's didn't suck. Too bad more of you weren't a part of it!