Grace Me With Jones
Grace me with Jones
So there I was, with the tickets
Grace Jones, The Fridge, Oct 6th 1996
Sometime, a few days before the concert …
Friends kitchen ,”what if I was spotted in the crowd , then back to the hotel , only to be driven home next morning in a limo!
God yes, it was going to happen, I could visualize , feel it in my waters. I could almost see ” my god it will happen “ in girly friends face. Was it my excitement and passion that stirred up belief or a premonition determined to prove science wrong. Ha, I did’ nt care , it was going to happen.
So below is a list of true events. The characters are real, the places are real, the times are fictitious, (hey I was pissed and it was thirteen years ago !)
Oct 6th 1996
7:30 p.m
Set off to The Fridge Nightclub, Brixton, London.
Driver Ex partner .
Passengers : Myself and friend Carol
8:30 p.m
Arrive Brixton .
Carol and I go to some random pub, ex drives back home to pick us up later. Yay
9:00 p.m
Enter Fridge.
Go to bar, make a few eye contacts, Carol remains stiff but amused ( she is not gay ) Make way to dance floor, burn off excitement and slurry pissed focus.
9;30 p.m
Crowd gather’s around stage.
Carol, head for the front. Only to be told by some big chappy we wont get there….. watch me ! Front of stage. Pissed off police ,you know the one’s owners of front row shove’ n push with glares. Climb on to front of stage taking a crossed leg seat, with of course Carol and her smirk.
Sometime around 9:30 ish
Lights dim, background music , pull up to the bumper baby . s Grace arrives already asking the crowd for a reefa. Quickly handed one she says ” my grandmother would be proud ” Puffs , slurs back some red wine, throws the glass and bursts into song.
Walking up and down the stage , looking like god herself, she spy s Carol and flicks
her tongue in and out. Bastard, what did I buy her a ticket for! Carol with her smirk, did you see that, ok Ill give it her, I did.
Sometime after about 3 record
Grace moves to the back of the stage to merge with the black of the dark set. She cannot be seen, we hear only her voice. All quite,
” Scorpio ” I shout.
” No, but my moon is in scorpio, tell me, what does that mean”
Oh my god, she heard me, she replied, god give me a grandma thing. Carol poked me
but my eyes were fixated . Grace s lips coiled around the microphone booming My Jamaican guy. Yep, half way through she asked for another reefer . The crowd roared,
dunno if the smell of it worked them up into frenzy or our Grace , looks body and rebel ,rebel , rebel was hyping up the entertainment factor. Whatever, glass in hand, wine spilling to stage floor, eyes rolling she falls backwards with song. Two dancers bow underneath her and lift her up above their heads ,to be carried off midair behind the stage.
This was it, I was taking my chance. Legs in cohoots with mind I ran behind the stage. The two dancers looked behind them , eyes fixed on my intention. Grace , head upside downstill held up in midair ,eyes shut. I was bold, my moment ,
” Grace ” I blurted out. Eyes opening, big smile, fuck it my lips somehow found myself on hers. Oooer, she responded. “Fuck it ” I said and leaned back down to her, still being held upside down by the dancers.
Bang our lips……. Oh my god she kissed me back…. responce .
Two bouncers hurtled towards me, legs running back to the stage, eyes still fixed on Grace, smiling. Cheers from the crowd at my bravery!
Crossed leg back on the floor, oh my god was I going to be kicked out. Nope.
Again the stage was completely black. A voice from the back of it booms,
” The girl who just ran behind the stage and kissed me, where are you now… ”
Crowd cheering, Carol, ” go on she is calling you “
No bloody way, she does kick boxing and she may have thought about it
Grace again ” The girl who just ran behind the stage and kissed me , where are you now” ………What do you do…… I was too scared
” I bet you don’t even remember my name ” walks onto the stage with slave to the rhythm. Stands right in front of me. Had I missed my chance!
Piercing eyes out across the wave of song. Glass again in hand, starting to strip she asks someone to help take her bra off. My god my legs that night were winged mercury. Once more up on stage standing behind her, placing hands over straps
I cannot lift it off. Fuck it again, cor I could say that all night.
Grace fans and clubbers alike roared. One swoop, problems getting over the wine glass, eye to eye contact again, smiles and it was off!
Holding the catch in my hand I swirled it around in circles to the joy of the giggers.
Grace carried on, once again my Jamaican guy. She no longer recognised me. Either being her professional self and the show must go on or reefa wine claimed its own song. Regardless, the music was phenomenal, the voice as though it was a recording the atmosphere transcendental. No holds barred at this concert. Lights flickering, crowd pushing , swaying and singing along in harmony. Smiles and electro flickering eyes. Grace had cracked the crowd.
End of the night and Grace took her bows to hand claps, whistles and foot stomps for more. Finally she left the stage, the crowd still roared. Carol said they were cheering me to put the bra on! No !…yep, no…O FLUFFING K.
Top off, bra on. The crowd roared, again Grace had left a legacy.
11:05
Walking out of the fridge, some fans staying to finish the party, others walking and talking about the fantastic evening. I looked back at the front doors . How close was I to being taken home in her limo. Who knows. I had seen her live, I had her bra but…
I bet she did’nt even remember my name !
Written by Lesley Thompson
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What's on your mind?
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May 14th 2009 | 1
Amy says:
enchanting
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Noir says:
luv it!!
makes me feel like i was there, bet shed remember my name tho haha -
Lauren says:
I always got a kick out of that story, u rock. x
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Hariz says:
this story’s funny but at the same time kinda reminiscence
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Loz says:
Fab article, was good fun to read
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Ali says:
Sounds like another “normal” night for Lesley.
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Jay says:
Sounds like a night to remember, nothing surprises me there ha! Great article.
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Only for a fiver says:
A fantastic story that I had not heard before but can well believe it after recalling the author’s Glastonbury/Amy Winehouse adventure. If amy had had less security and more grace about her during that renowned performance perhaps a similar floor show would have ensued….
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kayleigh (kpnuts) says:
wkd such a good read x
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Marianne Fowler says:
After reading both of Lesley’s stories it was soon clear this raw talent needs to be explored further. Her style is unique, funny and overwhelming clever. I would love to see her write up of a second part to Grace me with Jones this summer and wish her luck!
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Lesley Foye says:
yeh, i agree
