(Merry Christmas everyone! It’s Tuesday, so here’s our regular Tuesday post, even though it’s Christmas…) — My wake up call came in the form of Courtney knocking on my door. I could see her through the peephole when I went to groggily look who it could be. I opened the door and blinked as my […]
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In the morning, the rock doc came. He didn’t look like any doctor I’d ever met before. Well, maybe he did, I mean, what did doctor’s wear under those white coats? I never really noticed. This guy was slicker-looking than I expected, though, very country club, Rolex watch and all. He didn’t carry a “little […]
Ziggy was in the head with the door open and sharp, medicinal scent was filling up the bus. I went to see what he was doing. Pouring a bottle of Listerine down the drain. “You won’t need that?” I asked.
Antonio carried Ziggy straight from the stage to the ambulance. I stuck to them like glue. The paramedics didn’t stop me from hovering. They had the gurney outside the back of the ambulance so there was plenty of room. Carynne was at my elbow. I didn’t really absorb what they were saying at that point. […]
During the show, Chris broke a drum head. I didn’t often look back for long periods of time, but it took me a moment to figure out what was going on. Louis adjusted the lights, I think, so that Trackie could work on replacing the broken head without Klieg flashes going off in his eyes. […]
I got Ray a can of Coke and a Gatorade for myself and we sat down in the green room. He was being so shy at first I was a little at a loss, but it was easy enough to peck away at him with questions. What did he play? How long? What did he […]
The next day we got to do a little more sightseeing before doing more press at the venue before soundcheck. I know, two days in a row where we got to see some of the city besides the parking lot and the green room? Unheard of. I suppose it was making up for the fact […]
Ziggy ran a block over and flagged down a cab. I slid in after him like something from a spy movie, and the cab pulled away as Ziggy stuffed a wad of money into the little plastic flip drawer, urging the cabbie to “just drive.”