Dear Ben Nichols™: A Ben Nichols Fansite

dearbennichols:

Adriana Sandberg runs fuckyeahaltcountryboys and is… Well, AWESOME. Not only has she seen me through some tough times recently with her stabby wit (yes, “stabby” - you’ll see) and tough-love advice, but she’s also a Lucero fan. And not just a casual fan either, but a super-fan, like me or you, which is why I asked her to start writing for DBN. Which she agreed to do. Every Tuesday. Naturally, I squeed, and I think y’all will too, once you get to know her.

Also, look how pretty she is.

Without further adieu, I give you the lovely Ms. Adriana:

Hi. 

My name is Adriana and I have a Lucero addiction. 

(Hello, Adriana)

In all seriousness, if you’re here, reading this…you probably have one too. So how did it start? 

Well, waaaay back in 2007 when I was a wee lass of 25, I got my heart stomped on a bit. Ok, A LOT. I did the normal things you do in these situtations; I stopped eating, sleeping, and I cried. A lot. I got a tattoo, as you do, and it was that sitting that lead to my discovery of Lucero. You see, I have the best tattoo artist in the world. Yours is probably great, too…but Brad is my therapist. And he knew that in my state of misery and wallowing in self pity, I needed some Ben Nichols in my life. 

It was a casual introduction. Remember, this was back in the days of MYSPACE. Remember that shit? Oh I do. Because I lived on the Lucero page. I started out with Lucero. And then…then I discovered Tennessee and my life was forever changed. I drove all over the back roads of Ohio, half bawling, half singing along until it dawned on me. SOMEONE ELSE HAS FELT THIS SHITTY, TOO. OTHER PEOPLE HAVE HAD THEIR HEARTS BROKEN. STOP BEING AN ASSHOLE. So I sucked it up and got a giant, Lucero inspired tattoo on my rib cage. That was the best thing I ever did for myself. I got over the idiot who shit on my heart and I went to see Lucero. Alone. 

I was terrified. I was so sure I was going to be a mess. Instead, I rediscovered myself. I lost myself in the music. I never would have been brave enough to do something like this pre-heart break. Instinct kicked in, and I knew I could do it, and it would be perfect. I saw Ben for the first time, in person, and that night gave him a head nod on the way to grab a beer. It was that moment when I knew everything was going to be ok.

Because good things deserve a re-blog (even if I’m re-blogging from my own Tumblr - lol).  :)