One of the questions we were asked, as seniors in high school, and for the sake of yearbook filler, was where each of us; prospective lawyers, doctors, teachers, stockbrokers, producers, writers, drug addicts and freaks, saw ourselves in ten years.

“Living on Park Avenue with Skid Row” - that my friends, and any complete strangers who happen to want to know who Jamye Waxman is, was my answer.

Ten plus years ago, I wanted to live in a penthouse apartment on Park Avenue with a bunch of guys that looked like girls…I wanted to be Mrs. Jamye Bach, the ultimate rocker “chic”. I wanted to hear Seb sing “Oh my darling I love you,” to me - every single time he sang I Remember You.

I remember…being the only girl to go to rock concerts with the boys. Poison, Warrant, Tesla, Guns-n-Roses, Skid Row, Aerosmith, Bon Jovi, Faith No More, Metallica, Soundgarden, Alice in Chains, and more I’m sure I can’t remember..I rocked harder and banged heavier than almost all of the girls and a lot of the boys. And while my taste in music has evolved, which is not necessarily a good thing, I can still put on Cherry Pie or Use Your Illusion 1 or 2 or Skid Row/Skid Row and be transported back to a time where I wanted to date guys that looked like girls and rock out to lyrics I could relate to. Sometimes I even find myself wanting to be back there, in the place where glam rock lived.

Ten years, plus or minus a few, and today I find myself in Malibu…a glamorous place in Southern California, but not glam in that NJ glitz sort of way. I was walking in the cliffs with my family and I thought about how it was February and how glam life can be, without having the material things that we associate with riches. And I realized that living on Park Avenue with Skid Row was more about me getting what I want in life..the combination of luxury and uncertainty, and how that was exactly what I had.

Although the heyday of glam rock has (at least for now) come and gone, I will always be thankful that Sebastian, Rachel, Dave, Scotty and Rob taught me about who I am, was and continue to be…

The youth gone wild
“Let me hear you get wild….”