J/k, but the wifey knows him from back in the day. Every time we go to some event where Grohl “might” be there, he isn’t. This included the funeral when Grohl’s best friend from high school’s wife (also went to HS with them) died tragically.
Early 00s I'm in Reno for a friend's wedding. Sat night we're fucked up after the reception playing roulette at some shithole casino. My buddy elbows me and says hey u know that guy? Isn't he a famous singer? I shift my blurred gaze across the table and it's Mr. No Talent Assclown himself, Michael Bolton. Gotta give him props as he was friendly and didn't try to be Mr. Big Time. He sat at our table for about an hour drinking white wine. We were all having a good time until my friend spills his Gin & Tonic all over Bolton's chips. He was cool about it, but the pit boss told us to LEAVE. I apologized to Bolton and then told the pit boss to go fuck himself
Early 00s I'm in Reno for a friend's wedding. Sat night we're fucked up after the reception playing roulette at some shithole casino. My buddy elbows me and says hey u know that guy? Isn't he a famous singer? I shift my blurred gaze across the table and it's Mr. No Talent Assclown himself, Michael Bolton. Gotta give him props as he was friendly and didn't try to be Mr. Big Time. He sat at our table for about an hour drinking white wine. We were all having a good time until my friend spills his Gin & Tonic all over Bolton's chips. He was cool about it, but the pit boss told us to LEAVE. I apologized to Bolton and then told the pit boss to go fuck himself
Hung out with Ian Astbury at the Number 5 Orange in Vancouver about 6 months or so after Guns and Roses opened up for The Cult and then proceeded to blow by them. He got annoyed when my buddy kept asking him if he thought Axl Rose was the best front man in the biz currently.
Fifteen years ago he played the Emerald Queen. We both ended up at a private party the night before the show. Maybe 10 people were there. The Cold night air brought on a good asthmatic cough. Burdon, standing nearby asked, "Asthma?" "Yep" He had Asthma too. Turned me on to a new breathing drug. Mine only flares up occasionally. So does his. "Its a bitch when your scuba diving," he told me. The Hangers on got tired of our medical shop talk and moved on, leaving the two of us alone in the kitchen.
"We lost them pretty quick," I quipped. My glass was empty and I started towards the bar at the breakfast nook for another drink. Burdon, no shit, asked if he could join me. 2 Crowns with a splash of coke (Coca Cola).
I told him I was a big Jim Morrison fan. 'Fucking asshole." Burdon sneered. "I kicked that motherfucker out of a house in Beverly Hills," he added.
Seems the Lizard King was so drunk Burdon had to pull out a revolver and squeeze off a couple of rounds when Morrison decided to swing off a chandelier.
"Huh"
"You knew Hendrix?" I asked. BFF's, according to Burdon. He teared up telling me how Hendrix's girlfriend called him that early morning in 1970. Jimmy was unresponsive and barley breathing. "Call a fucking ambulance!" Burdon recalled yelling at the gacked up woman. She refused because there were drugs all through the flat. By the time Burdon got to the flat, Jimmy was dead.
We bullshitted for 15-20 minutes. Cool and true story, I know.
Burdon made a lot of cool off track shit. Only recently have I heard a lot of it. Definitely a soulful white man.
I waited on Michael McDonald at the Biltmore in SB. Nice guy.
Also waited on Mariah Carey. She used an alias, not nice.
I used to party with the guys from Rebelution when they were nothing more than the college band playing in the background at 65 block DP in Isla Vista. Glad to see they've made it.
I played little league baseball with Duff Mckagan.
Also, went to a fundraiser at the Playboy Mansion in 2002. A couple of guys from the Knack were in my limo on the ride over from UCLA. They didn’t say a word. Alice Cooper was at the event. He could not have been more friendly or approachable.
My shit garage band opened for 1000 Maniacs (Natalie Merchant's old band) at a bar in Dallas called "Bar of Soap." We also were a regular house band at the Houston punk rawk club called The Axiom which was a location in shit Winona Ryder movie "Reality Bites."
Got high with Mark Farina a few times.
Was briefly married into the Autzen (of the West Hills Autzens) crime family.
My shit garage band opened for 1000 Maniacs (Natalie Merchant's old band) at a bar in Dallas called "Bar of Soap." We also were a regular house band at the Houston punk rawk club called The Axiom which was a location in shit Winona Ryder movie "Reality Bites."
Got high with Mark Farina a few times.
Was briefly married into the Autzen (of the West Hills Autzens) crime family.
Stone Temple Pilots show. Lead singer Scott Weiland kept stage diving while yours truly manned front center stage. The fourth and final time I "helped" push Weiland back on stage I gave him an extra push that sent him tumbling. Whoops. I grinned.
AC/DC: When Angus —staged and carefully orchestrated— came to drop his drawers we had to move in to keep the little peckerheads from leaping up to get a piece of Young's Union Jack skivvies. Getting slugged in the head by 5' TUFF longhairs looking to impress their pock mocked girlfriends while Angus tickled his fretboard, egging them on against the minimum wage muscle the band paid to protect them was special.
Ozzy: Pre-show an ENT arrived and shot him up with steroids for his vocal pipes, followed by a B-12 pick me up. Pleasant, frail, old chap. TUFOS.
My shit garage band opened for 1000 Maniacs (Natalie Merchant's old band) at a bar in Dallas called "Bar of Soap." We also were a regular house band at the Houston punk rawk club called The Axiom which was a location in shit Winona Ryder movie "Reality Bites."
Got high with Mark Farina a few times.
Was briefly married into the Autzen (of the West Hills Autzens) crime family.
10,000 Maniacs >> 1,000 Maniacs
HTH
What can I say, they were still on their first 1000 maniacs back then. Natalie Merchant was already a total bitch though.
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did u work on this one
fuck off with the used!
I had both their CDs back in high school
J/k, but the wifey knows him from back in the day. Every time we go to some event where Grohl “might” be there, he isn’t. This included the funeral when Grohl’s best friend from high school’s wife (also went to HS with them) died tragically.
Also waited on Mariah Carey. She used an alias, not nice.
I used to party with the guys from Rebelution when they were nothing more than the college band playing in the background at 65 block DP in Isla Vista. Glad to see they've made it.
Also, went to a fundraiser at the Playboy Mansion in 2002. A couple of guys from the Knack were in my limo on the ride over from UCLA. They didn’t say a word. Alice Cooper was at the event. He could not have been more friendly or approachable.
Got high with Mark Farina a few times.
Was briefly married into the Autzen (of the West Hills Autzens) crime family.
It was kind of weird. None of them spoke to each other the whole time. Then they broke up soon after and that d bag guy started that shit band Fun
HTH
Security Stories from days past.
Stone Temple Pilots show. Lead singer Scott Weiland kept stage diving while yours truly manned front center stage. The fourth and final time I "helped" push Weiland back on stage I gave him an extra push that sent him tumbling. Whoops. I grinned.
AC/DC: When Angus —staged and carefully orchestrated— came to drop his drawers we had to move in to keep the little peckerheads from leaping up to get a piece of Young's Union Jack skivvies. Getting slugged in the head by 5' TUFF longhairs looking to impress their pock mocked girlfriends while Angus tickled his fretboard, egging them on against the minimum wage muscle the band paid to protect them was special.
Ozzy: Pre-show an ENT arrived and shot him up with steroids for his vocal pipes, followed by a B-12 pick me up. Pleasant, frail, old chap. TUFOS.