top of page
Screen Shot 2020-10-29 at 4.11.19 PM.png

     yes, I've gone and done it!
I've finally written the book that everyone kept asking for!

A Tall (but True) Coming-of-Age Tale about

Friendship, Fandom, & Finding Yourself

(while you were DESPERATELY looking for the Rolling Stones!)

Once upon 1974, three high school girlfriends from a coal-depleted mining town in West Virginia fell deeply in love with the Rolling Stones, only to stumble upon a life-changing discovery:

They actually resemble Mick Jagger, Mick Taylor and Keith Richards!

AND they possess an uncanny ability to impersonate them!

 

Completely obsessed (and always desperate for attention) the FangirlZ have an undying need to foist their Fauxing Stones act upon their unreceptive high school peers by hijacking the stage during school dances and proms. In their spare time they stalk every Rolling Stone-semblanced guy they encounter. 

Failing to mature in college, they collectively drop out to pursue a short-term career in selling balloons at Disney World. And that's when the adventure-starved BFFs hear about the Rolling Stones' 1978 Some Girls promotional tour. Convinced it is their destiny to meet the Stones, they borrow/steal one mom's car and set out like three female Don Quixotes on a sacred quest to meet the Satanic Majesties of Rock-n-Roll and entertain them with their awesome impersonations. Unfortunately, they are too naïve to know that when you're stalking rock stars you should always check the hotel bar.​

 

After a relentless concert-to-concert pursuit through three states resulting in a series of near misses, high speed chases, and displays of stupidity found only on the I Love Lucy sitcom, the threesome refuses to accept one blaringly obvious fact:

They are the worst stalkers in the history of rock-n-roll!

Undeterred by their Pollyanna-ish naiveté, their next move is an actual move—to England—where they continue to make major life decisions based solely on Rolling Stone proximity.

 

But this leads to many unforeseen misadventures and existential questions like,

Was moving into a Home for Intellectually Disabled Adults just to be near

Keith Richards' house a really clever Fangirl idea . . . 

Or just plain crazy?

 

Sometimes a Fangirl has gotta scale walls,  hide in moats, sleep in scary places,

survive high speed chases, cross an ocean, and gently strum Keith Richards' guitar

to discover that the Stones were right:

You can't always get what you want!

But if you try sometime . . .

And then you try and try and try some more . . .

And maybe trespass a little too . . .

(Or trespass a lot . . .)

You just might find

THAT YOU'VE BECOME  WHAT YOU WERE MEANT TO BE.

(By the way, this is my memoir.  Scary, right?)

For the past 40+ years I have been sharing my Rolling Stone tales with friends through the usual medium of oral tradition. I always knew that I should preserve my tall-but-true tale for posterity but I wisely waited until the invention of the personal computer and internet. Finally I decided it was time to capture this zany memoir for all time on paper and screen (and possibly google glass).

 

My manuscript is complete and I am currently in the bang-my-head-against-the-wall editing + revising process. 

 

Meanwhile, we Some Girlcontinue our Rolling Stone stalking as much as time and funds (and husbands) will permit . . .

You WANNA 
ME GET PUBLISHED?
So,
OF COURSE YOU DO! 
BECAUSE YOU'RE A GOOD PERSON!
JUST CLICK THE   HELP  BUTTON ABOVE.
IT'S FREE & SUPER EASY!

Johannah Cantrell

April 23, 1959 - June 8, 2007

 

Best Friend

+

Some Girl (with a Z) Extraordinaire

"We carry your heart . . ."

Sheila Allen Ninowski & Connie Taylor Krupp

The two surviving Some Girlz - June 2013

 

Photo taken during their 

Rolling Stone Stalking Safari  

[ Philadelphia and Washington, DC ]

The Rolling Stones' 50+ Counting Tour

 

Some Girlz Stalking Note:  

We felt sure our new camouflage duds would help us blend-in with both roadies and rock stars; thereby enabling us to sneak up on the Rolling Stones completely unnoticed.

 

We still can't figure out why it didn't work.

bottom of page