Roll up. Roll up for the history tour.
Roll up. Roll up for the history tour.
No need for a reservation.
Consider this your invitation, my friends, to roll up whatever it is you are rolling up these days, and grab a ticket to ride the tragical history tour bus as we all Fly High on a NEW Thing!
I am Donnie Vie, but you may know me as the pretty little punk rocker in drag with the orange hair and spinning round glasses who wrote and sang Get High on a New Thing, Fly High Michelle, Baby Loves You, Right By Your Side, Mother's Eyes, and many other Enuff Z'Nuff classics.
I used to be Donald E. Van Develde, the eldest of three children hatched from depravity. Smothered in insecurities and tummies full of discouragement, we went to bed scared and desolate nearly every night, regardless if a parent was in the house or not. For ten years, I was alone, then came Amie, and shortly after, Katie arrived. Because of our trinity, no matter how isolated and lonely I became, I knew I would never be alone again. Katie received encouragement and validation for her fuckery simply for being the youngest and resembling our mother the most. Amie received practically no love, attention or direction: positive or negative. This left her the best candidate for a twisted mind but free to discover a world of her own in normalcy, having things like car insurance and a job and raising two children and raising them well in a rebellious fashion to the childhood and upbringing she didn't receive. Together, we were parents and children to each other.
Sometimes life looks at a child and says, "What a sweet boy, I think he needs a punch in the face." That's pretty much how my life was and is--literally and figuratively. So I walk, not alone, with many of you, my friends, my fans, loving life, all the while, simultaneously hating life. Come with me, share my story. Roll up as Katie translates my tragical history through the colorful lense of her innocent eyes that have seen so much evil, yet still remain so innocent.
Like most people my age diagnosed with various mental illnesses late in life, I self medicated and became a drug addict. I have always been equal opportunity when it comes to drugs. I'm a lover not a fighter. I've done so much heroin, Chicago could have used the tar to fill every pothole until the end of time. On the other side of the spectrum, I went as far as manufacturing methamphetamine. That just cuts out the middleman altogether. I've spent weeks awake at a time endlessly searching for drugs, selling my guitars, my memorabilia, my soul for just one more morsel of anything to postpone reality. I sat there so many drug-filled nights, tears streaming down my cheeks, using my pain to offer the possibility of help and hope to other lost souls out there caught in the same despair.
All of my life goes from one gamut to the other. I do not stay in one area for too long. Like I said: equal opportunity. That goes for sexual intercourse as well. I've had dark, crazy, wonderful, and not so wonderful sex with thousands of girls. Some deserving, many undeserving of the manipulation I have been capable of delving out. I've even had an affair with my business partner's wife. Although I claim guilt to that act of debauchery, there were many other factors to factor into the equation of how those things came to be. One of them being my own innocence, youth, insecurities and yearning for adoration by someone who is crafty, beautiful and intelligent as his first wife. I'm not proud of the atrocities I have committed; however, each one has led me to exactly this point in my life. Today, I stand before you, beaming from my accomplishments most of which have blossomed out of my great misfortunes.
I begin my tragical history tour with this blog of honey, so you know everything you will ever read here is sad but true...even the fun stuff. So, my friends, grab your vice and your device, and let us all Fly High on a NEW Thing!
Roll up. Roll up for the history tour.
No need for a reservation.
Consider this your invitation, my friends, to roll up whatever it is you are rolling up these days, and grab a ticket to ride the tragical history tour bus as we all Fly High on a NEW Thing!
I am Donnie Vie, but you may know me as the pretty little punk rocker in drag with the orange hair and spinning round glasses who wrote and sang Get High on a New Thing, Fly High Michelle, Baby Loves You, Right By Your Side, Mother's Eyes, and many other Enuff Z'Nuff classics.
I used to be Donald E. Van Develde, the eldest of three children hatched from depravity. Smothered in insecurities and tummies full of discouragement, we went to bed scared and desolate nearly every night, regardless if a parent was in the house or not. For ten years, I was alone, then came Amie, and shortly after, Katie arrived. Because of our trinity, no matter how isolated and lonely I became, I knew I would never be alone again. Katie received encouragement and validation for her fuckery simply for being the youngest and resembling our mother the most. Amie received practically no love, attention or direction: positive or negative. This left her the best candidate for a twisted mind but free to discover a world of her own in normalcy, having things like car insurance and a job and raising two children and raising them well in a rebellious fashion to the childhood and upbringing she didn't receive. Together, we were parents and children to each other.
Sometimes life looks at a child and says, "What a sweet boy, I think he needs a punch in the face." That's pretty much how my life was and is--literally and figuratively. So I walk, not alone, with many of you, my friends, my fans, loving life, all the while, simultaneously hating life. Come with me, share my story. Roll up as Katie translates my tragical history through the colorful lense of her innocent eyes that have seen so much evil, yet still remain so innocent.
Like most people my age diagnosed with various mental illnesses late in life, I self medicated and became a drug addict. I have always been equal opportunity when it comes to drugs. I'm a lover not a fighter. I've done so much heroin, Chicago could have used the tar to fill every pothole until the end of time. On the other side of the spectrum, I went as far as manufacturing methamphetamine. That just cuts out the middleman altogether. I've spent weeks awake at a time endlessly searching for drugs, selling my guitars, my memorabilia, my soul for just one more morsel of anything to postpone reality. I sat there so many drug-filled nights, tears streaming down my cheeks, using my pain to offer the possibility of help and hope to other lost souls out there caught in the same despair.
All of my life goes from one gamut to the other. I do not stay in one area for too long. Like I said: equal opportunity. That goes for sexual intercourse as well. I've had dark, crazy, wonderful, and not so wonderful sex with thousands of girls. Some deserving, many undeserving of the manipulation I have been capable of delving out. I've even had an affair with my business partner's wife. Although I claim guilt to that act of debauchery, there were many other factors to factor into the equation of how those things came to be. One of them being my own innocence, youth, insecurities and yearning for adoration by someone who is crafty, beautiful and intelligent as his first wife. I'm not proud of the atrocities I have committed; however, each one has led me to exactly this point in my life. Today, I stand before you, beaming from my accomplishments most of which have blossomed out of my great misfortunes.
I begin my tragical history tour with this blog of honey, so you know everything you will ever read here is sad but true...even the fun stuff. So, my friends, grab your vice and your device, and let us all Fly High on a NEW Thing!
Diana
Adam Epiney
Mike Meadows
Brad Smith
keith martin
Kevin Placer
☮️✌️❤️
Mandy Kennedy
TinaMarie Jelley
Larry
Tony DiCristofano
Boyd
Tricia Moore
Kevin Urtz
Nic Hartley
Kimberly Bennett
Micky
FLINTSTONE
ROAD ROOMMATE IM ALL ABOARD! CHOO CHOO
Karen Frasure
Jimmy
Mary
Kris
I know it hurts when people steal your songs. It is like they are reaching into you heart and stealing your emotions. Please make sure you don’t let them poison the caring and emotional person that you are. Choose to write beautiful, peaceful songs not ugly, hateful ones. Thank you for all the music you have shared with us.
Melissa Deans
Rachel Jo Patton
Love ya to death!
Angela Sykora
David Carney
MichelleRenee
Dave Sturddy
I feel like the best is still ahead of you and I am very much looking forward to sharing the ride. Love ya.
M. Staley
simon sheehan
Curtiss Peplinski
KEITH C GOGUEN