Real Life Rock And Roll Moments

one morning, six months ago, when i woke up home alone, in my underwear, under the kitchen table with no idea what the hell i was doing there.

when i was sixteen and my girlfriend gave me her $100 jacket because it looked that much cooler on me.

tonight at work when "jack & diane" by john mellencamp came on the radio and i realised "oh shit, i kind of like this song".

posting in the ile drunk threads.

Underwear?! That's not very rock and roll, is it?

i just did a show with my acoustic guitar in my bedroom. sometime during it, i bent my right index fingernail backwards, and it was bleeding, and i kept going.

also, i strummed so hard that i threw my pick inside of it. i said fuck the shaking it out shit, and stuck my right hand inside my guitar and just grabbed it. i bent my strings more than i ever could with my left, and magically, my babe stayed in tune.

the first time i heard "this is my world" by the high. i'm glad that that is documented on ilm.

when i was a teenager and i'd get girlfriends to steal from their parents' liquor cabinets for me.

smoking weed with naked lesbians

Drunk in Flagstaff off a bottle of Grand Marnier found in a parking lot at the Grand Canyon, a day after driving there from Illinois, alone, with no stops. Age 18.

waking up with a cold beer in hand

Almost beat up a dude for trying to get my younger brother to smoke pot, then threw a table off the deck the same night.

Lost a pint of blood building a guitar.

Last night I was riding along in my automobile, and my baby was beside me at the wheel.

played actual rock instruments on a stage

Two girls fighting over me in a club.

I'm out with once-in-a-while girl A and other pals. She ignores me all night, and I go for a wander. I meet acquaintance girl B and her friend. A few minutes of not-especially-intimate chatting with girl B and friend follow. Girl A then reappears and launches a drink into girl B's face. Some girly slapping and scuffling follows. To my eternal regret, I try to separate them instead of striking a nonchalant pose and letting them get on with it. Still, I've never felt more godlike.

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Oh yeah, I forgot that one. We got kicked off-stage after 4 songs at our first gig for gratuitous mic abuse.

Getting so smashed at an outdoor session of "fear and loathing in las vegas" that in the dark I couldnt find where my friends were sitting for about half an hour.

And not really seeing much of the film cause I was so out of it on shit.

Got completely pissed at a colleagues' leaving party at a pub, then we went on to a restaurant which I attempted to single-handedly trash, resulting in the waiters throwing me out. I have virtually no memory of anything that happened between leaving the pub and me standing on the street down from the restaurant thinking "where the hell am I?"

i smoked some "weed".

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Real life RAWK! (1992)
(I'm on the right.)

great thread, even thus far!

when I keep coming back to this Word document and tweaking the table layouts - reminds me of spending days getting the mic positions just right for Mari's drumkit

Once, I "roadied" for a friend for his big show at St. Andrew's Hall in Detroit; I drank a 5th of Thunderbird right before the show and then barfed it up along with dinner all over his hardware after his set.

I was in a band for five minutes in high school! I played on the bass! Three notes!