A Little Insight Into Me

OK, I have a statement to make. I am a fan of the Misfits. Past, present, and probably the future too. And I know some of you Misfits purists out there aren't going to like it, but since when do you think I give a shit? I'll admit that nothing will ever be as good as the original Misfits, but I will always have a place in my heart for the Michale graves fronted Misfits as well as the more current incarnation. Here's why, when I first got into the Misfits, I had no idea Glenn Danzig was a founding member. My first Misfits CD was 'American Psycho' so I thought it was the same band. I guess I got into the Misfits a little too late. But whose fault is that? Not mine. Maybe if you purists were a little more on the ball this wouldn't have happened. Plus Michale graves isn't a bad singer. Have you heard him? He has a great melodic voice. Another thing is Jerry Only. I've got an autograph from him at every Misfits show I've been to. They may not be worth much monetarily, but to me they are near priceless. He's the Only (excuse the pun) person I've personally seen stand at the edge of the stage after ever show and sign autographs for EVERYONE. That shit means something to me. Another reason is because I drove my ass to Kentucky to see their split set on the Warped tour many years ago. I'm a redhead and out door summer festivals don't always agree with my fair skin. So as I'm standing right in front of the stage as their equipment is being set up I hear this guy dressed like Jerry Only put his arms around the couple next to me and say "How are we doing guys?" in a sinister sounding voice. I'm thinking "Ha! Great costume dude!" Until he looks at me and shakes my hand. It was really Jerry! I was like a speechless little girl. All I could manage to say was "You're Jerry! I love you dude!" And he signed my tour program. And the last reason - The last time I saw the Misfits my brother was with me. He was still high school I think, so he was my responsibility. The opening bands were sub-par, but everyone was there for the Misfits anyways. As soon as they hit the stage and we heard Jerry's bass rumbling the crowd erupted. Everyone was pushing to get closer, jumping up and down and going bananas. So I'm watching my brother on my left and he didn't seem to expect the crown to react so wildly. But I'm watching over him because he's my responsibility. After 2 or 3 songs I'm into the madness and I look to my left to check on my brother and he isn't there. My heart almost stopped, but I was filled too quickly with panic for that to happen. So I'm looking around where he was, on the floor. I would have died if I saw him lying trampled on the ground. But somehow he ended up on my right side. I have no idea how or when it happened, but he went from my left to my right. When I looked over at him he was jumping up and down, pumping his fist in the air with this madman Billy Idol snarl on his face. I think he was enjoying himself more than I was! I went from shear panic to pure elation in a matter of seconds. But at the same time it is one of my fondest memories ever. So that's what the Misfits mean to me. That's the very definition that appears in my head when I hear the word misfit. These preceding events are forever emblazoned in the annals of my memory. Can you dig that?