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post 10 dB’s friendships

27 Aug 2008 Leave a Comment

by Lianne in the 10 dB's, thoughts

My friends mean so terribly much to me. I just realized that again today, when we ended up in the hotel in Brussels with a bunch of people I’d so sorely missed. The people that top my list of people I miss fiercely are of course Walter and Isa. Since the splitup of the 10 dB’s all band members have gone their seperate ways. Forest is half-heartedly showing some interest in Walter’s doom metal ukelele project (which is hilarious) so maybe he’s retracting from his shell, but I haven’t seen much of him in the past three years really. Which is sad, because of all the people I know in this world besides my mother, I know him the longest… Forest and I snogged in an alcove of some stinky LA club in an alcohol-induced haze when I was nineteen. And that was weeks before I met Walter.
Laura and Daniel are the same story. They’re traveling the world with their C&W band, doing pretty well – or so say the reviews. I haven’t talked to them in ages – not since I was carried off to the hospital for Joy’s birth. Sometimes I wonder if they resent me for missing their wedding, they never even bothered to check up on my little girl, even though I profusely congratted them on their union the next day. We’ve just grown apart, I think. And that’s okay – it doesn’t diminish the time and adventures we’ve had together. I’m still grateful for that.

Still, over time I’ve developed the strongest bonds with Isa and Walter. It’s some sort of dysfunctional sibling bond. I call it dysfunctional because we often have mindblowing sex – which makes it weird if you look at it from a family kind of angle, hehe. But seriously; Walter’s always been my buddy. He and I would sit on the top of the tourbus with a beer and look at the stars, on nights when our tourbus would break down on a deserted travel route. The 10 dB’s was always his vision, his muse. I went along with it, because I love the way he thinks. He’s a drummer, what can I say? I’ve always had a thing for drummers.
Now that we’ve gone our seperate ways, we’re still closely in touch. He chatters my ear off about his UDDS, his new band that he’s started with Cherrie Downing. Lucky bastard, Cherrie’s totally hot. Can’t wait to see them on stage. He also melts my mind when he does that dirty talk that he does so well. I could listen to him for hours, musing and joking. I miss those talks into the night – it’s a good thing that Stephen and Jean have more than a touch of crazy in them, otherwise it’d be much worse.
He’s my brother, my buddy. To hear June call him Uncle Walter seems totally right to me

And then there’s Isa. *smiles* She’d be the equivalent of my younger sister. Wild, fickle, intense and unpredictable. Easy to laugh but hard to please – which makes it a challenge. And hell is she something in the sack. We would have catfights pretty often, Isa and I – but we found each other in the music and the stage and the attention. Somehow there’s always been a connection between her and I. When I’m with her, I feel like a rockstar. We do decadent things like bubble baths with caviar and champagne, but we also lounge around on festivals, lying in the grass while our kids play together. It’s shared experiences, shared interests, shared passions. We definitely do have the same taste in people – we share an awful lot of bedpartners, Isa and I. And it wasn’t until she was gone that I realized how much I missed her. She was always there to unwind with after a mindblowing gig. We’d just have to look at each other before we knew to break into a run to see who’d reach the hotel room first. We have just about the same amount of friskiness in those situations, I think.

So she and I in a hotel room again – it was godsmackingly glorious.

And it made me realize how much I missed her. Here’s to you, love.