Stef and Eric
Little Dave and Gerald
Pete Brett Chane Chane Graham
Disclaimer: I am a defiant, rabid LaFemme fan, wannabe band mole and this is biased (but honest) - Julie Mac October 2012
Julie Mac 1980 before the Ramones/LaFemme concert at LaTrobe Uni
LaFemme Rehearsal Postscript
I didn’t get invited to the rehearsal because I am ‘special’ (in the American Pie sense), I kinda weazled my way in.
I thought I was going to be in NZ the weekend of the Bananas’ gig, and I started fretting, so I messaged Chane (my inner teenager squeals at the fact I have his phone number) and begged/pleaded/grovelled to be allowed to sneak into rehearsal and I made some vague promise, I was never going to keep, about bringing pizza.
Chane suggested I do an interview and I thought ‘Yessss!’ and then had these rock and roll fantasies about being someone cool, like Maryanne Faithful, or Gerlinda Chane, but at the same time suffering from ‘I am not worthy’ imposter syndrome.
Julie Mac & Gerlinda 2010
The first time I saw Chane after 30ish years at a Sharpie re-union at Young and Jacksons in 2009, I snatched him away from Sam Biondo and said, ‘Chane come with me’, and dragged him over to where my friends Linda Fletcher and Caryn Lynch were standing and bragged ‘Loooook, I’ve got Chane Chane and I am going to root him first’. The girls ignored me as best they could, and to shut me up Caz said ‘I didn’t like Chane, I loved Brett!’ Well fine by me. Later I staked my claim by dry humping his leg in front of Caryn and Linda.
Caryn Julie Mac Chane Linda
There are different kinds of fans, there are the ones like Peter Heywood, who can tell you every David Bowie statistic, then there are the ones like eminem’s murder/suicide ‘Stan’, and then, there are the ones like me, who no nothing else other than the fact that I lurve, lurve, lurve them, that I know nearly all the words to their songs and I don’t know why. I think it is some kind of punk psychosis, that hasn’t been medically diagnosed yet.
So all these years later, a dream has come true, and I am thinking to myself (smugly/gratefully) ‘I’m with the band’, as I stand out the front, watching Graham get his bass guitar out of the truck, (which I think is some sort of space shuttle class of bass, that I am too stupid to identify, but would make others in the know ooohh and ahhh) and Brett give ‘eye of the tiger’ warm up exercises to Pete, while rolling his eyes at CC, (as he calls him) for forgetting the code to the studio.
Chane returned to his inner city punk rock star pad (I had a guided tour earlier) for the code and I stayed behind, I didn’t mind, I got to be a wannabe for a bit longer.