Post by gato on Jan 23, 2024 7:48:17 GMT -5
The price of fame. I make a point of staying in the shadows onstage, plucking the strings of my J-Bass in relative obscurity. I can only imagine the chaos that would ensue if fans were to recognize me, humping gear into the equipment trailer after a gig.
Another bass player, formerly of that flash-in-the-pan group, the Beatles, was known to have the same recognition problem, but then died in 1967 and was replaced by the aging double we all see performing now.
Taylor Swift, mega superstar of today, is pursued like Bonnie and Clyde (she's Bonnie, BTW). So far, she has resisted my suggestions to disguise herself as a bag lady, even though I'm at her door issuing warnings with my bullhorn, pretty much every day.
"Taylor Swift’s homes in New York and elsewhere have been targeted by numerous people in recent years. In 2018, Florida man Roger Alvarado attempted to break into her New York home using a shovel, then two months later succeeded, using her shower and sleeping in her bed. He was jailed for nine months, but broke in again following his release, and was given a two to four-year prison sentence.
In 2019, Swift wrote in Elle magazine about the psychological toll of the stalking incidents: “My fear of violence has continued into my personal life. I carry QuikClot army grade bandage dressing, which is for gunshot or stab wounds. Websites and tabloids have taken it upon themselves to post every home address I’ve ever had online. You get enough stalkers trying to break into your house and you kind of start prepping for bad things. Every day I try to remind myself of the good in the world, the love I’ve witnessed and the faith I have in humanity. We have to live bravely in order to truly feel alive, and that means not being ruled by our greatest fears.”
The Guardian
