The next day was another media day, but at least this time there was no crack-of-dawn radio show on the schedule. I sat in the lobby bar, where my friend Crystal–the bartender from the other night–kept me well hydrated while a parade of rock critics and journalists took their turns with me. If I’d wanted, […]
Back at the hotel I went and checked the suite to see if there was anyone hanging around. Apparently I had just missed Louis and the video of that night’s show. Carynne and Bart and Michelle were still there. I could hear Digger’s voice through a closed door, like he was on the phone with […]
It was a very professional crowd, it seemed to me. They clapped in all the right places, cheered in all the right places, never got too crazy, but never lagged in energy either. Don’t get me wrong; that was perfectly fine. But it wasn’t special. Or maybe it was me. I was so ready for […]
Chris wasn’t in the van to the venue. I refused to worry about it and reminded myself I wasn’t his babysitter. I still felt relieved when I saw him standing outside the back door, though, shooting the breeze with the security guard there. He didn’t appear to be barred from going in: he was wearing […]
In the morning, the wake-up call came ungodly early, which was to say only about four hours after we’d gone to sleep. We were due to be on some morning drive radio show, just me and Ziggy, and he went to his room to change his clothes. Carynne went with us. A car service picked […]
We were picking up some station from San Diego that played actual alternative music, it seemed. I wasn’t sure if they were all New Wave all the time or if it was only this late at night or what. There were very few radio stations in the country–I knew because Carynne had told me–that specialized […]
Thank goodness the lobby bar was still serving. Actually, they looked like they were just about done for the night. There was no clear delineation where the lobby ended and the bar started. It went from being mostly couches to some chairs, to some chairs with low, round tables. The place was empty, and a […]
Here’s what would have happened, in a perfect world. In a perfect world I would have followed Zig back to his room, and fucked his brains out, and he would have apologized for being such a pathological shit to me, and I would have apologized for being such a fucked up closet case in the […]
There actually were oysters, the big ones with cheese melted on them, and flutes of champagne, and a slightly fidgety caterer standing there watching over the spread in a tuxedo shirt and striped apron, with matching striped bow tie. He had extremely short hair and a single diamond (or rhinestone) earring. “Let me guess,” I […]
No one fainted at the amphitheater show, at least, not that I saw. The audience was less raucous, and stayed in their seats for the most part, and those who wanted to dance moved off to the sides and up the hill. The stage was a straight edge across the front, no tongue, not even […]