I’m obsessed with Gavin DeGraw.
I had no idea who Gavin DeGraw was until he got beaten up in New York and my morbid curiosity led me to his “I Don’t Want To Be” video here … Yummy Gavin
I’m a happily married, woman-of-a-certain-age who never watches music videos. I loathe music videos. I don’t care very much about musicians.
Anthony Keidis hit on me in the early 90s and I had no idea who he was and thought he seemed smelly and should put his shirt on.
I danced for INXS and thought Michael Hutchence was a snore. Yes, I’m bragging again in my sneaky, underhanded way. My point is that I think I’m having a mid-life crisis with my Gavin DeGraw fixation.
It’s almost as bad as my love of Randy Mantooth during his Emergency days in 1972.
(Those perfectly straight, white Man-teeth, those smiling eyes and supple forelocks!)
I once got a little electric shock on my lips when my 7-year old self tried to kiss Randy through the t.v. screen as he was resuscitating a car crash victim. Oh to be that victim!
I’ve been furtively watching all the You Tube videos I can of my new obsession Mr. DeGraw and when Henry comes home I quickly erase my history and snap my computer shut.
I’ve gotten tickets to a Gavin DeGraw concert next month.
I’m going to stand in the mosh pit with all the 20-year olds and there’s a chance I might take off my bra and throw it on the stage.
Nothing is certain. Henry may have to marry my friend Patrice. She’ll be a good wife and mother. They are not allowed to know one another biblically, however. That’s where I draw the line.
Yes, I’ll be on the DeGraw tour bus serving Vodka Lime Rickeys in a g-string, but that doesn’t mean Henry gets a free hall pass. He’s no spring chicken. It could kill him. He’s just gonna have to hang those stirrups up.
I got sidetracked.
I’m going to try to ween myself off of Mr. DeGraw post concert. There will probably be some kind of withdrawal symptoms … the desire to wear ski and newsboy caps … a yearning for the blues … who’s to say.
Like Meryl Streep in The Bridges of Madison County, I’ll make the right decision for my family. That is … unless Henry runs away with Salma Hayek. Then all bets are off.
12 thoughts on “My Unnatural Fixation With Gavin DeGraw”
oh oh – I'm so happy to wake up to this funny blog. I always have crushes on musicians (I've been watching OLD Youtube videos of Tom Waits being interviewed by David Letterman – I am obsessing about Tom Waits in his younger days – have you heard his latest song "Bad like me"?) – but I am not sure I get your Gavin obsession. Maybe I have to watch the video a few more times ….. he does have a really large mouth.
For a real cougar crush watch the entire series of "Friday Night Lights" and fall in love with Taylor Kitsch.
Also, if you leave Henry I will fight Patrice for him.
If you run off with Gavin, maybe you can hook up with Michaele and Neil Schon.
Hi Anonymous — I think it's the very large mouth. Something about that. Also, I recognize there are several ladies lined up to take Henry from Patrice, damn him.
Enjoy your blog. When I saw the photo of Randy Mantooth (I remember him as Randolph?) I knew I had to read it! I used to think he was IT!
Anyone who can pull off the name Randolph Mantooth is IT!
I usually don't post comments in blogs,but I couldn't help myself.I have been on your shoes since july,he is really something. The man already has a great voice,great songs and plays piano very well. Why he has to be so hot,damn it?!?!
Lis I don't know why he has to be so hot. It's just wrong. And then he and Joss Stone got all risque during a "Let's Get It On" duet. I'll snatch her hair out!
Sorry to be the bearer of bad news but Gavin doesn’t play for your team.
Wait, what?? Can it be true? How do you know. Show me the evidence!!
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