ROCK ‘N’ ROLL GIMP GIRL
“She started dancin' to that fine-fine-fine-fine
music
Ooohhh, her life was saved by rock 'n' roll
Hey baby, rock 'n' roll”
-- Lou Reed: “Rock ’n’ Roll”
By Heidi Johnson-Wright
The first real rock concert I
ever attended was Donna Summer. It was the summer of 1979, and she was touring
in support of her Bad Girls album.
The title track and the single, Hot Stuff,
were in heavy rotation on top-40 FM radio.
Why did I choose the Disco Queen
to be my first? It wasn’t because I was a die-hard Donna fan, although I did
enjoy her music. It was more about female bonding.
I’d finally made it through a brutal
six-month recuperation from bilateral ankle fusion surgery that included three
trips to the O.R., a month in the hospital, and two months’ of missed classes during
my freshman year of high school.
It was also the first time I’d
ever attended school in a wheelchair. The first few days I drew lots of stares.
Then I became invisible as most of my classmates looked right through me.
But not all of them. I was blessed
to have a tight-knit group of loyal friends who didn’t care that my butt was
planted in a 25-pound metal, vinyl and rubber contraption. Girls who weren’t
bothered that I was making my way in the world in a seated position. Cool
chicks who pushed me around school, joked and laughed and made me feel
accepted.
My parents bought tickets for me
and my crew, and drove the two carloads of us to Blossom Music Center in
Cuyahoga Falls, OH to sit on the lawn and sing "toot-toot, hey -- beep-beep"
at the top of our lungs.
Hey, at least it wasn’t Shaun
Cassidy.
Since that time, I’ve attended a
lot of shows in my chair: Elton John, Lou Reed, Iggy Pop, David Bowie, Bryan
Ferry, Leonard Cohen, Robert Palmer, Eurythmics, Crowded House, Ween, Cracker, Mark
Eitzel, Joan Jett – the list goes on.
(Of course, there are some I’d
rather not cop to. Lionel Ritchie, Asia and the Spin Doctors come to mind.)
Sometimes attending a show in a
wheelchair is more than a little risky. I recently saw the Gypsy punk band,
Gogol Bordello -- at the Culture Room in Ft. Lauderdale -- while sitting in the
pit right in front of the stage. Lead singer Eugene Hutz leaned forward and
rained sweat down on me several times. That part was epic.
The risky part was being wedged
in a mob that was pogoing, shoving and passing crowd surfers overhead. My
wonderful husband anchored himself next to me, his body serving as a buffer
between me and everyone else.
Other times, showing up in a
chair is a major advantage. In October 1993, my husband and I saw Nirvana at
Hara Arena in Dayton, OH. It was during hockey season, and most of the crowd had
to stand on the plywood covering the arena’s ice floor. But some visionary had built
a large raised, ramped platform six foot above the floor. That’s where we gimps
and our companions sat, our sight lines gloriously unobstructed as we rocked
out to Heart-Shaped Box, Lithium and Smells Like Teen Spirit.
Perhaps my greatest wheelchair
triumph story was showing up to see the Replacements in February 1991 at the Newport
Music Hall in Columbus, OH. I’d won admission to the show by calling in to a local
alt-rock radio station. But when the door guy checked the guest list, my name
was inexplicably missing. I looked up at him with the saddest hangdog gimp
expression I could muster. My husband and I got the wave to go on in. Nobody
got bent out of shape at that swingin’ party.
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