My Debbie Harry experience and recalling the Pretenders backstage in 1981...Learning to Crawl.

This post was inspired by a comment from Brian from Ohio asking about my personal experiences with celebrities. 

I have previously shared a list of the celebrities that I have met. 

https://dirtybennywrites.blogspot.com/2025/05/famous-people-that-i-have-met.html

I saw Blondie at Avalon in Boston in the early 2000's.   As usual, I collected autographs so I came prepared with a Blondie LP to be signed.   After the show, there were about 30 people waiting by the tour bus for autographs.   Debbie came out the stage  door surrounded by bodyguards.  She walked directly up to me, took my album and went on the bus.  2 minutes later, a roadie brought out my album signed.  The people around me were dumbfounded at how lucky I was to be chosen.  Maybe there is more to it.  Did she read my energy?  Did she know that this one would eventually be able to see?  Who knows....it was unusual in all my years of autograph collecting.   

Not to mention, she was abundantly curvy as in the below video.

I saw the Pretenders on their tour for Pretenders II at Lehigh University in Pennsylvania in the early 1980's.  Chrissie Hynde started out the concert saying, "Some guy out there says he wants to fuck me.  He's got about as much chance of that as me going down on my grandmother."  They then ripped into The Adultress.  It was an intense brutal performance by the Pretenders original line-up.  

Afterward, I talked my way backstage with a roadie.  The 4 members were on the floor wriggling and wrestling with each other like a bunch of snakes for several minutes.  It was not sexual.  I asked the roadie what they were doing. He said they do it after every show.  Although I spoke with each of them afterward, Martin Chambers just kept saying how drained he is after a show.  It was bizarre to say the least.  

Shortly thereafter, James Honeymoon-Scott and Pete Farndon died of drug overdoses.  I guess the Honeymoon was over. 

It was one of the best concerts I had ever seen. 

I do find it beyond interesting that after this bizarre post concert ritual of them on the floor wriggling with each other like a bunch of snakes, the first album after Farndon and Honeymoon-Scott died was called LEARNING TO CRAWL.