Driving into work this morning, I heard a “Kings of Leon” song on the radio. Nothing earth shattering about that, but what happened next was so oddly liberating. The song triggered a memory of a dream I had last night involving, you guessed it, the “Kings of Leon”.
In the dream, I initially had thought I was dating one of the brothers—not the lead singer, but the other one. Yes, I know there are 3 brothers in the band and a cousin, but I can’t remember which brother. But if I had to guess it was the drummer just because I dig drummers (if you read this blog you know this).
Anyway, it’s not about which Followill brother I was dating. It’s about what happened next. You see, during the dream, I remember being so nervous watching them sing on stage and wondering, anticipating what was going to happen backstage after the show.
Would the drummer talk to me? Was I really his girl? You know.. stupid shit that matters to you during a crush.
While I contemplated the after party, I remember that all of them were smiling at me lovingly during their set. And it wasn’t just the drummer who I think I thought I was dating. The band was so lovely, and yet it was all so strange. I was the center of their attention… they all loved me.
Fast forward to the after party. I remember it being filled with beautiful young hipsters—both male and female and strangely, they all looked the same- kind of like when you walk into a cafe in Silver Lake/Echo Park.
Anyway-when I walked through the door to the after party, the boys of the Kings of Leon came right up to me and gave me a warm embrace. One after the other, they all wanted to hug me. I remember thinking, “ What the fuck was happening?”. Was I a band whore? Was I “doing” the entire Followill family? Side note—some might say that was plausible in my early days…however, I maintain that shit would NEVER of happened.
Anyway… back to the dream. During one of the KOL hugs, something so shocking happened: one of the band members called me “Mom” (I think I gasped in my dream because I gasped remembering the moment in the car this morning).
The dream ended shortly after that.. the moment I came to the realization that I was the Queen of the Kings of Leon. I was their mother. There would be no need for special favors after the show. I was their fucking mother. And people, that is the best “all access” pass a girl could ever have.
