Today my mother,  Ann LeBlanc (or Anya Wilson , depending on who you ask) has turned 62. And she doesn’t look it. And for the love of GOD, don’t tell her I mentioned her age.

My mom so far has had a hell of a life. She worked with David Bowie during the Ziggy Stardust days, worked with Iggy Pop during the Cutting Myself With A Broken Bottle days and thought that a little known band called T-Rex might have been on to something. Tony Macaulay, who she dated at the time, wrote the Foundations song “Baby, Now That I Found You” about her. She referred to Lemmy as a disgusting-looking gremlin after his manager told her that Lemmy asked to bring her up “backstage”. What’s more, she managed to charm the hell out of my father and they had ‘little ‘ol me somewhere along the line.

I can’t tell you how wonderful it is to have such a friend with enough experiences to fill several books in her. We’ve had many moments where we went out and did stuff or just sat at home, got drunk and went through youtube so she could show me her old boyfriends playing Top Of The Pops or any other show they were on. She’s an awesome lady, cool as all hell and I’m really glad that she’s my mom.

Happy Birthday, Mom.