Shaking my Booty for Bryan Adams

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Aka: Money for Nothing and your Chicks for free?

Hi there,

So, Bryan Adams was on a world tour. In each city he played he would recruit half a dozen models to strut the stage with him in his opening number. At the time, I was working as a cover band singer, six nights a week in Japan. An American model friend of mine invited me along to her casting and a few hours later I found myself stalking along the catwalk of the Nagoya Entertainment Centre in front of thousands of people with one of the most popular rock performers in the world. (I phoned my own band and begged for forgiveness – I’ll be a bit late for my gig tonight because, well, I’ve got a show with Bryan Adams.) Bryan personally made sure we girls were very well looked after throughout, even sitting down with us for a dinner provided by his personal chef. 

After prancing around during ‘The Only Thing That Looks Good on Me is You’ we were asked to gather on a set of bleachers set up behind the band and just jump around and enjoy ourselves – thus providing ‘colour and movement’ for the show.

After the concert I told Bryan that I might need a late note for my own show and so he  – along with his entourage, band, crew and the posse of models – agreed to come to my gig as proof of my excuse.  I’ve got to admit to never being a particular devotee of Bryan’s brand of rock but my Japanese band were fanatical about it and we had at least six of his songs in our repertoire. All of which got trotted out in front of our hallowed audience, once the shock of his entrance had subsided (they hadn’t believed a word of my excuse until that point). Some of Bryan’s band even got up and jammed with us. When we performed his hit tune ‘Everything I do I do it for you’ Bryan gave us a standing ovation and yelled out, ‘you do that better than me!’ 

Did I mention how much we girls got paid to work as part of Bryan’s show that night? We got paid nothing. Now I appreciate I am no professional mannequin but even the kosher models felt the same as I did. What we got out of the whole Bryan Adams experience was worth so much more than any dollars or even yen, and the thought of being paid anything at all never crossed our minds.

Currency is not always in the form of the hard stuff. Bryan and co. gave us memories (and bragging rights!) far more valuable than any paypacket and at no time did we feel shortchanged for working for ‘free’.

When Bryan and his party left my club in the wee hours, they said their goodbyes and glided right past the cash register where bills, including the $60 entrance fee per person, are usually settled.  I tapped Bryan’s manager on the shoulder as he left and he stopped, smiled and shrugged, saying, ‘Sorry, but Bryan doesn’t pay to get in anywhere. Just the way it is.’  As the rarefied atmosphere of the rockstar party disintegrated, I was faced with the ferocious glare of my boss through the club’s everyday smoky haze. His finger was angrily stabbing at the – not inconsequential and not paid – bill. 

To give you an insight into my sudden change of fortunes, let’s just say that rumours abound about Yakuza-ownership of nightclubs in Japan.  I don’t know for sure if that were true in this case, but a lot of my club owner’s cohorts were missing their full complement of fingers. My usual mediocre grasp of the Japanese tongue now completely deserted me so I just gaped at him. I then realised my boss had been outside the main part of the club the whole night and probably hadn’t even recognised Bryan. I started singing ‘I got my first real six string…’ pointing at the receding backs of the entourage as I sang. By the time I got to ‘…was the Summer of ’69’ I was thanking God and even some Shinto deities, that music is a universal language. And Bryan’s star did shine particularly bright in Asia. Some suitable Japanese words tripped back on to my tongue and in no time my boss was clapping his hands with excitement and looking at me as if to say ‘Ah, well why didn’t you say so?!’ I still have all my fingers. And this is just one of many amazing memories I have of working in Japan.

6 Comments

  • Tiffany Walker says:

    Haha what a great story Amanda! Love your storytelling 😘

  • Anne-Lise says:

    It would be nice if we all had someone to say “Sorry, she just doesn’t pay. It’s just how it is!”. I guess you have to have an entitled personality to become an international pop/rock star and to hold onto all those dollars you’ve made. It especially helps when you don’t have to pay anyone who has helped contribute towards your success. 😂 😹 You’re right though, it does make a good tale for the ages. 🤗

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