times in high school or college where you went backstage at a show that you thought was a big deal...

Me: "'May Queen' is such a great song. Why didn't you pick it as the single over 'Supernova'?"

Her: "Um, who cares?"

Also, two years later at the World Music Ampitheater, also in Chicago, when Rivers Cuomo offered me my pick of "skanky groupie action." I politely declined.

Also, i was standing next to Jane Scott as she interviewed them. I wish I had talked to her more.

before that though, evan dando was doing a show and was so freaking nice. we were talking about his schedule and he mentioned he was doing a show the following day at grinnel, my friend sam's school. sam was on the concert committee there, so i was like "tell sam that john said hi." he said, "i will. sam, right?" i confirmed and we parted after some small talk.

a couple of days later, i got a message from sam saying "john, did you tell evan dando to say hi to me?"

Needless to say, it was pretty tense and I nearly was thrown out for holding an alcoholic beverage!

After a few minutes, Pete (now 15 minutes before showtime) heads over to the bathroom, only to find it locked. He starts pounding on the door, saying "Come on, dude! I have to take a shit!" No answer. A few more pounds, and finally my friend stumbles out. I expected Pete to be (justifiable) furious, but he just laughed it off and went in to take care of business.

I can honestly say that he was BEYOND cool with the situation. If I was about to play a show in front of thousands of people, and some clown I didn't know locked himself in my bathroom to do God-knows-what when I had to take a shit, I would have been screaming and crying like Elton John or J-Lo.

*whimpers*

college (taken from another thread): ...the time sebadoh played with the bunnybrains at tramps and i got backstage and drank too much and got hit on by some severely older woman who kept talking about todd rundgren then was ripped at the side of the stage, drunk, telling the security guy to fuck off for calling tara o'neil a bitch. finally found my date later (who stopped talking to me after that night) and went with sebadoh to their hotel suite (provided by conan and nbc) to smoke some bowls only to pass out on their couch and stupidly be late to meet my parents back upstate for "parents weekend" was pretty fun too.

I also got drunk with Symposium once, after one of their shows in dundee somewhere, cos I'd gone there with a friend of the drummer. They were nice but dull. I don't rmemeber any of their names now. Or songs. I lost a jumper there though.

talking to SM's grrl(whatsername, the author one-heather?), who was overly flirty and brandishing a bottle of jack (green label, blech!) and winking too much. SM givin me 'the stare', must've thought i was out fer his chick. little did he know that i had brought a date and had introduced her to Nasty, who was beyond nice and chatted the entire evening, even shunning beer due to driving duty!! after finishing the set he walked off stage and gave me the 'shoulder bump' as if to say 'step off, son'. oddly, he bounced off me and i laughed and told him good show. he frowned.

then, talked to Nasty more about what was up with him...

everybody else around him seems happy, just not him...

oh, and here's another from the vault-
dateline-
Lancaster, PA- chamelon club
show-reverend horton heat
hung with jimbo at length till some skinhead "Oi!" fella stumbled over and started making fun of us. at which point jimbo asked him to leave us be or step outside with him. the skin retracted statements of ethnic origin and sheepishly stumbled away. jimbo, being the gracious fella, demanded 3 more pitchers of beer to wash away the nasty taste left behind. mr. heath then came by and said some hello's with 2 lovely ladies on his hands. quite the scene.
mr. churilla was off "doing gawd knows what".

god my life's been weird.

went on bustrip with leeds hometown gang to see AOC in London (when it was called town and country)at their big album gig ..

the show was ace as expected.

aftershow/backstage - Chrissy 'Madness' Boy was @ Bar .. i used to be a big fan and i wrote to Chrissy several times (once a sad fanboy ..) - the man wrote back.

so now i had my chance .. introduced myself ..'oh i remember you' he said, 'bollox' says i .. at which point he describes the paper i used to write on (papermark was image of my parents pub .. pre-email days!) .. damn. one of my all time heros is namechecking me !

i hardly saw the AOC crew at all .. but then again i knew they'd be @ Morrisons on monday morning.

needless to say i kept in touch with Chris (twas the bands fallow years) that is up until Madstock .. and now i have been pushed aside ..

still twas a seriously lifetime highlight of a night ..

my fave band on top form, and a childhod popstar hero .

about a couple years ago, when that record with the smiths cover on it was out, he did an instore at my old job. pete took a bunch of pr0n mags and went into one of the handicapped employee bathrooms for a while. when he exited the bathroom, my fellow co-workers discovered a couple empty bottles of hotel-sized hand lotion and the mags. one could only guess what "pete porn" was up to....

However, I'll swallow my pride for a minute and admit that seeing Lee Ranaldo and Michael Hurley meet for the first time (at the Cooler in NYC almost ten years ago), literally shaking hands across my face, was a pretty historic deal for me.

Also, as an itsy bitsy shit, I drank a beer with Scott Ian from Anthrax backstage at the Maiden / Anthrax / Testament show while my dad and my friend Scott sat up in the bleachers, oblivious. That's what they get for not moshing / snooping around. I walked right past a life size "Eddie" prop from Maiden's set. Scott, from what i remember, was awesome.

It sounds like he might have been masturbating.

The next year was my first year in college and Sonic Youth were touring Goo with Red Kross opening up. I had this good friend who was a year older and had graduated the year before, and promptly got the fuck out of the midwest and moved to California. Somehow he ended up rooming with this professional roadie dude. The professional roadie dude got the Red Kross gig, and they needed an extra body so my friend went along. I hooked up with them when the tour hit Chicago. It was fun, I remember them playing some prank on the MacKenzie bros at their hotel room, but I don't remember what it was. I got to meet SY and hung out in their backstage area a bit before the show, which was just a huge thrill. They were gods to me back then.