It reminds me of him.

“The public attention had been getting progressively more out of hand and now was just unmanageable. It was not unusual to be mangled at an airport by Argentinean schoolgirls on holiday or followed on roads and highways by coeds, secretaries on lunch break, or moms from the carpool. Sometimes there was no interest in me as a person (let alone as an actor) whatsoever. It was as if people were on a big-game safari and had stumbled across a living Bigfoot and just wanted a hair sample and a smiling photo. These encounters left me feeling like I was living in a zoo, but I denied myself the realization that it bothered me. After all, who the hell was I to look askance at such good fortune?”

— Rob Lowe, Stories I Only Tell My Friends

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It reminds me of him.

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This is wrong but I can’t help but feel like there ain’t nothing more right, babe

Misty morning comes again and I can’t help but wish I could see your face

And I knew from the first note played I’d be breaking all my rules to see you

You smile that beautiful smile and all the girls in the front row scream your name

 

So dim that spotlight, tell me things like, ‘I can’t take my eyes off of you’

I’m no one special, just another wide-eyed girl who’s desperately in love with you

Give me a photograph to hang on my wall, Superstar

 

Good morning, loneliness comes around when I’m not dreaming about you

When my world wakes up today you’ll be in another town

And I knew when I saw your face I’d be counting down the ways to see you

And you smile that beautiful smile and all the girls in the front row scream your name

 

So dim that spotlight, tell me things like, ‘I can’t take my eyes off of you’

I’m no one special, just another wide-eyed girl who’s desperately in love with you

Give me a photograph to hang on my wall, Superstar

 

You played in bars, you play guitar

And I’m invisible and everyone knows who you are

And you’ll never see you sing me to sleep every night from the radio

 

So dim that spotlight, tell me things like, ‘I can’t take my eyes off of you’

I’m no one special, just another wide-eyed girl who’s desperately in love with you

Give me a photograph to hang on my wall, Superstar

Sweet, sweet Superstar… Superstar

— Taylor Swift, “Superstar”

Can’t forget about you.

LotOnMyHeadIt’s funny how my little obsession can change courses. Since Joe Milliken brought me on board to assist him with the publishing and promoting of Let’s Go! Benjamin Orr and The Cars, it’s still been ‘all Ben, all the time’, but rather than researching and gushing and pondering (and writing about it all), my main Ben focus has been doing everything I can to share the book (and through it, Ben’s legacy) with the world at large. This has been an honor and a delight to me, though it hasn’t left much time for me to immerse myself in just HIM, purely for pleasure.

After the Cleveland book event in January my schedule eased up a bit; not quite the pressure cooker it had been leading up to that party. Coincidentally, around that same time my sweet friend Ingrid (who also happens to be a research genius) pointed me in the direction of some photos of our man that I hadn’t seen before, and down the rabbit hole I went.  Something about seeing rockstar Ben through new lenses has pulled me back into his bubble of beauty and I’m enjoying just sitting back and adoring him again.

I’ve posted my favorites of the photos on Facebook, but I realize not everyone who reads this blog uses social media. So here you go:

The pictures are outtakes of the Candy-O album cover photoshoot and were taken by Jeff Albertson. Here is the link to the full stash, which includes some great photos of the whole band, as well: Candy-O Outtakes. Aren’t they amazing?

Of course, thinking about posting those here on my blog reminded me of a few other things that I’ve put on Facebook and Twitter in the last few months, but that haven’t found their way to an article here yet. Brace yourself!

These pics below were taken by Peter Simon and were part of a series of photos labeled “CARS!” ca. 1984. I love them!

Oh, and this! A devoted fan found it last fall and posted it in one of the groups, and was very generous to give me permission to share it. Now, even though the interviewer comes across as a putz, and Ben seems a little out of sorts at the beginning, and there is that watermark to contend with… still, isn’t it fabulous? Live interview footage of Ben is SO rare! I am hugely thankful we have it.

And here are the most recent photos that I’ve posted over there: Ben from 1981. You know I love those Panorama days! And that jacket with the #11 domino on the sleeve? Squeeeee!

I do have a bunch of other photos on Facebook, as well as videos of things like The Cars’ appearances on Saturday Night Live. If you’re already part of the flow, come find me on my sweetpurplejune page! If you’re not signed up for Facebook, I hope you’ll consider giving it a try. There are lots of Ben delights to be had. In the meantime, I’ll strive to bring as much of him here as I can. The journey continues!