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I’m Karen, a Midwestern girl transplanted in the South, raised on 80s music, Judy Blume, and the films of John Hughes. An early preoccupation with Rock ‘n’ Roll led me to spend my twenties working my way from intern to executive in the music industry. Many of my books revolve around the world of backstage passes and band dynamics.
Anybody who knew me in seventh grade knew one thing to be true: I was going to marry Rick Springfield. It was only a matter of the stars aligning. To nudge fate in the right direction, I wrote Rick an eloquent letter that simply stated, “I Love You” one hundred times. Surely, my expression of devotion would bring us together. I’d said, “I Love You” one hundred times. Not ninety-nine. Not one hundred and one. One hundred. (My 13 year-old daughter loves this story and will tell it to anyone who will listen. Just ask my hair stylist.) Well, Rick, I’d say that I’m still waiting, but after reading your memoir, Late, Late at Night, I’m going to have to pass. As to whether Keri Stevens is amenable, you’ll have to ask her yourself.
Ozarks, Missouri, Class of ’93, Currently: Romance author
Band and/or song that reminds you the most of high school: “Sister Christian”
Favorite piece of music memorabilia (poster, t-shirt, etc.) in high school: Rick Springfield two-page spread from Sunday’s Parade Magazine
Band that you hated that everyone else at school seemed to love: Twisted Sister. I’ve long-since come to appreciate them more.
Best show or concert you saw in high school: Milli Vanilli and I am not even kidding. They were wonderful. And they SANG, dammit!
Best high school make-out song: “Voyage, Voyage” by Desireless. French song, French singer. I was an exchange student the year it was a hit, and I did most of my making out in Germany.
Keri Stevens creates mayhem and magic in small-town paranormal romance novels like her debut, Stone Kissed, which has won two international awards: The Golden Quill for best first book and the International Digital Award for paranormal romance. You can learn more about Keri at keristevens.com or chat with her on Twitter @KeriStevens.
You’re going to love the hell out of today’s RNRHS with Cara McKenna. I just know it. It’s the perfect blend of rich musical musings and self-deprecating teen angst, two things with which I am well acquainted. And if you don’t love it, I’m afraid to say there’s something wrong with you, but it’s nothing a little good music won’t cure.
Coastal Maine, Class of ’98, Currently: Smut Merchant
Band and/or song that reminds you the most of high school: Nine Inch Nails. Make of that what you will, but I would not have survived high school without Trent Reznor’s help. At sixteen I was skulking full-time in combat boots and an army jacket and stripey tights, as what we would later coin a goppy—not a proper goth, not a proper hippy, but a confused and non-committal hybrid of the two. But come my junior year, I landed a job at my local indie record and video store—one part Clerks and one part High Fidelity—as the lone teen amid a mismatched gaggle of slacker twenty- and thirty-somethings. There my ears got opened to a transcendent mix of new-to-me music: Tom Waits, the Specials, Portishead, Elastica, Soul Coughing, Patty Griffin, the Toasters, the Pogues, the English Beat, Kim Lenz… And at some historic moment on some fortuitous night, the song The Other Side of Summer came up on random shuffle and changed my life forever, turning me overnight into a rabid Elvis Costello fangirl, and graduating me out of Trent Reznor’s gloomy—if formative—tutelage.
Favorite piece of music memorabilia (poster, t-shirt, etc.) in high school: Oh gosh. Surely my 12” vinyl single of Nine Inch Nails’ Sin, with its most inspired B-side cover of Queen’s Get Down Make Love. Bought it at cost, kept it in the shrink wrap, sold it a decade later for a tidy profit.
Band that you hated that everyone else at school seemed to love: The Grateful Dead. Circa 1995, every guy in my high school wore the same uniform: cords, Tevas or Birks, and a tie-dyed Grateful Dead skull tee-shirt under one of three distinct plaid L.L. Bean flannels. I never got it. Don’t see the appeal of the Dead at all. My loss, I’m sure.
Best show or concert you saw in high school: Oh, this is so sad, but I didn’t go to a proper concert until I was about twenty! There were a few random ska and punk bands I can’t remember the names of, at various and sundry all-ages shows in Portland, but nothing glamorous. My first real concert was during college, when I saw Elvis Costello in Boston, the first of many times. I should give the Orpheum Theater a shout-out. Their seats may be cramped, but I saw the Kids in the Hall there, and Janeane Garofalo, and Elvis quite a few times, among other excellent offerings that make me sound woefully piney-for-the-nineties.
Best high school make-out song: Hmmm… The only song I specifically remember making out to was Prison Sex by Tool. Romantic, right? If you’re familiar with the show Daria, I was a perfect mix of both Daria and Jane. Daria’s esthetic, with Jane’s snide artist sensibilities. Let’s just say I was not exactly rolling in eager, handsy jocks. But I bet if you’d asked what song I’d have liked to have been making it to, it might have been The 13th by The Cure, which I always thought was a terrifically joyful track. Or if we’re talking a real fraught, hot-and-heavy make-out session, then Natural One by the Folk Implosion. And later, Morphine’s Super Sex, and even later still, Tom Waits’ Jersey Girl or Little Trip to Heaven. But to be honest, I’d have made out to most anything, with most anything, at that age. Even my own hand, if I could be convinced it was actually Trent Reznor’s face. It’s just not a choosy age, is it?
Cara’s latest release is Coercion, the first of the Curio Vignettes, short follow-up novellas to Curio (aka the Parisian man-whore book). You can visit her at caramckenna.com or chat with her on Twitter @caramckenna.