My Unnatural Fixation With Gavin DeGraw

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.

Henry, no tocas la Salma!

12 thoughts on “My Unnatural Fixation With Gavin DeGraw”

  1. 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.

  2. Shannon Bradley-Colleary

    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.

  3. 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!

  4. 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?!?!

  5. Shannon Bradley-Colleary

    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!

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