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No answer. My pulse hammered in my neck.

“Violet???”

“I just came omggg…wait….”

I laughed loudly as I typed:

“So the vibrator is THAT good?”

“NO! No comparison!!!!!”

“Nashville !!!!”

“Nashville!”

“And bring those damn boots.”

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@JustJana

Pop superstar Mae Sullivanis thrilled to be exploring her sexuality and why the heck not? The popular singer had a message for her fans on a recent Instagram post from Italy, where she’s vacationing with her new companion:

“Being on this new adventure feels so good, so natural. We’re having a blast. Always be true to yourself, that’s what counts. The ONLY thing. It’s EVERYTHING. Live your life, peeps!”

And what about ex-boyfriend, beleaguered rock guitarist Beck Lanier?

Still no comment or reference to poor Beck from Mae.

If this hot photo she posted earlier today on her Instagram of her and her new lover, Hollywood stylist Petra in a sexy lip lock, both in their teensy matching designer bikinis is any indication, Mae has no regrets about anything and is loving and living her life right now to the fullest. Live your adventure, indeed!

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Beck

The bright whitelights of Nashville seared the sky outside the windows of the loft I was renting. Man-made starlight radiated in this night sky. Huge windows provided a spectacular view of an urban landscape that was teeming with energy.

I’d never spent much time in Nashville before. I’d come with Dad a couple of times when he was recording movie soundtracks. Nashville had become the epicenter of that industry and Dad was a popular studio musician. He liked the whole Hollywood connection. He’d gotten me this gig a while back, and I’d agreed because Nashville was Mae’s home base, and at the time I’d figured we’d be hooking up here at her house after my tour.

Cruel fate never slept, did she?

I pressed my forehead against the cool glass. Crowds snaked down Broadway, spilling from every club, bar, and restaurant on the famed boulevard. Towering over all, the eerily lit Batman building pierced the darkness. I threw myself onto the huge sectional sofa facing the bank of windows. I couldn’t wait for Violet to get here.

The fridge was jammed with food, and the past three days I’d thrown together protein smoothies, sandwiches, salads, and pasta for myself. I worked out in the building’s gym very late at night. Anything to get a good night’s sleep. I hadn’t had one of those in over a year on tour.

The sessions went well. I took their direction and offered my focus and energy. It was actually a relief not to be working on my own music. To feel a project objectively for a change. Without four voices arguing, debating, wrangling. Emotions high and so very much at stake.

Earlier today, I’d walked around, sunglasses and baseball cap pulled down low. I zipped through the Grand Ole Opry Museum. Country music was a whole other culture with a rich history that I didn’t know very much about, and I wanted to learn.

I went to the Johnny Cash Museum, and lost myself in the small series of rooms filled to overflowing with memorabilia, photos, artifacts, musical instruments. A true recording of a life lived, an artist’s journey. Johnny’s costumes, photos documenting his performances, handwritten lyrics on pieces of paper, so many artifacts. So many guitars, his signature black jackets, coats. I grinned at the display case with his tall black boots. A smirked nudged my mouth. We shared the same obsession.

His wife, June’s, dresses along with his suits and capes. So many of their personal belongings were here preserved behind glass. All lived in, performed in, worked in. Cherished. They told a story of a man who had a vision for himself, who struggled and made it happen. He kept at it. He was there for the birth of rock and roll, and had plenty to do with it. What a fucking time that must have been.

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