On the evening of March 18 1999 Matthew Good telephoned me and we talked and flirted. He dared me to put on my latex cat suit and drive over to the Greenhouse Recording Studio. He gave me the address and directions on where to park my car when I got there.
I had just turned 26 at this point in time. I owned a townhouse that I purchased in 1997. I had a mortgage, and ran the office for my father’s Steel Construction company at this time. In fact I was a shareholder in the Holding Company.
I made a very good living. I was also still doing a bit of freelance writing for Exclaim Magazine. I had a website that I posted to regularly, and I belonged to a creative writing group that met up regularly to share stories. I was also still “dating” Rod Black (then singer for Mylos Memory in the photo, currently a country music solo artist and lead singer for Jet Black Stare) on and off until about this time in 1999. I often talked with both men about each other, at that time in 1998-1999.
I suppose, point is, I am not a child, I am a grown ass divorced woman, when I made these choices.
So on that night March 18, 1999, I arrived and Matthew Good welcomes me into the recording studio.
He introduced me to the multiple of people that are there. Showed me the different rooms they use to do the recordings. So yes, I met everyone that was there for the recordings that day.
After some time, MG asked if I would be okay with the two of us could go into another studio area that was not in use, to be alone and have some privacy. I agreed.
We sat on a sofa, in this big dimly lit room. We flirted and dared one another different things. Various sexual acts are dared of me. I ended up standing in front of him and unzipping the catsuit. I had been tanning that day and showed him the redness, and the stripes down my sides.
I remember I expressed concern that someone could walk in, or be watching us but he was not at all concerned. So we continued. The exchange was quick. It was nothing spectacular. But it was sex in a recording studio with an up-and-coming rockstar that I fancied quite a bit by that point. It was FUN.
I was not at all phased by the stigma of the event.
Yes I was helping him cheat on his girlfriend.
Yes, it was a public daring thing to do.
Yes, everyone knew what we went in the other studio to do. Or they assumed. Or maybe they watched?
None of that mattered or matters to me now. I did what I wanted.
I have no regrets.
(Aside from knowing I probably did hurt a few folks with my selfish actions back then.)
Car Keys
I had brought a change of clothing in a bag, and slipped into something more comfortable afterward.
We went back to the other studio where the band was, and into a room upstairs, where they had a kitchen and couches and video games, some of the band guys were playing. Music was being recorded below.
We socialized a while there, and eventually it was getting very late, and I had to leave.
Matthew Good walked me outside to my car, but when we got out there, I couldn’t find my car keys.
So we went back inside to look for them. Everyone froze up when we came back in – like they had all been talking about us. Rightly so!
Turned out my keys were in my bag all along, just buried. We have a laugh about it. At least this is my recollection of events.
That night, I drove home back to my cave on the mountain, in Forest Grove. I didn’t know if we would see one another again or if that was a one time deal.
I remember I didn’t care either way. It was a fun and extremely memorable night.
How do people with trust issues trust others?
In 2021, in our text messages Matthew Good said he wished we had been older and more experienced when that first night happened. Maybe I was more experienced than he was that night in 1999? Maybe he was wishing he was older and I was same age? It was a weird comment. As evidence, that this event took place, here is part of that conversation from 2021.
My trust issues tie to my youth, to abandonment issues with BOTH my parents. That shit runs deep in the mind, and it is very hard to rewire after 50+ years of life time.
I trust myself to be honest, that is best I can give. I trust that people will try to fuck you over to get ahead, that is human nature. However, I am not attempting to fuck over Matt here with this website. Despite our disagreements, he was probably one of my most honest friends I had in this life. I do wish him well in his future. I wish everyone good fortune. This world is hard enough to stay sane in as-is.
Uploaded January 22, 2023 Updated May 12, 2024