Yes, I actually uttered those words! "I'm with the band." Engaged to a musician/actor, I've spoken "the" words a few times to get past security, and chuckle every time.
"I'm With The Band" was the theme for American Idol this week and I thought I'd give perspective on what it's really like. The pro of being "married" to a musician is that there is always the sound of music. As I read the paper daily, my guy is on his bass guitar daily and working on vocals. Watching cable news is as routine to me as learning new lyrics is to him.
Being with the band also has its cons. I rarely go on tour dates with my guy Sean McNabb, just as Sean rarely sits with me all day at Fox 11 News. Rushing through airports, layovers, missed flights and quickie hotel stays are not fun. The bands often do crazy turn arounds like one day in Japan. Or one night in Brazil. No thanks! This week he did an overnight gig in Miami with a newer band, Burning Rain.
I do love the escape of visiting states and cities so foreign to the hustle and bustle of L.A. I tagged along with one rock band in rural Detroit and was the only girl on the road. When he was with Quiet Riot I met the band in Lake Tahoe, which was lovely. One year, I insisted he actually turn a work trip into vacation when the band opened for The Scorpions in Crete. We stayed a week in Greece while the rest of the Dokken band flew home.
I aim to go on only two to three concert dates a year usually waiting for a city where I can visit a college roommate or old friend for the weekend. I have a bestie in Dallas and go with her hubby and friends to the concert. Sean is about to do a tour date with Queensryche. I'd love to see that band live!
I never imagined I'd be running in the music world. Girlfriends and wives are by no means groupies and I can tell you I've loved all of the ladies I've met. Gilby Clarke's (Guns 'n Roses) wife Daniella(Frankie B. Jeans) is just a doll! Actually, I found "being with the band" has more normalcy than glitz and glam. My favorite humbling experience was at a ski resort in Denver. The band was already in their dressing room when I arrived in town. I said to the security guard, "I'm with the band" to which he rudely said "Sorry, wait behind the rope. He'll have to come get you." Ah, the glamorous life of a "rock wife."