The show that made me want to be a rockstar-
A huge party on a farm in Maine, about 400 people, a shitload of kegs. I was 17, brought my cousin along because I borrowed his Peavey Ultra stack and my father was coming from NY to pick me up for the week and was going to come see us play. We do soundcheck to about 15 people and I spot this fucking BANGING blonde walking around. I see my cousin talking to her before we finish the sound check and he tells me after, “Hey, you’re good to go with her. I set you up.”, at this point, I don’t know what he said to her, just that she was now standing next to me and offering me a beer.
Kegs start rolling in along with cars taking up both sides of this huge road in the backwoods of Maine. We decide to start our set, though it didn’t seem like anyone wanted to watch us play. We start with Blink 182’s “Damnit” and by the time the whole band came in, there was a 50’x25’ circle pit in front of us and all you could see was dust flying through the air, arms and legs. It was fucking INSANE. By the end of the song there was about 200 people in front of us going apeshit. I never felt anything like that before and rarely did after.
Set break comes up and people are clearing keg lines for us, handing us joints, bowls, blunts, shots, handles of whatever and we’re just throwing them back. Blonde chick has her arm around my waist now. We go to start the 2nd set and I see my dad walking up to me, laughing his ass off. I’ve got a handle of Bacardi in one hand, the blonde around my waist and a blunt in my other hand. He gives me the thumbs up and continues laughing his ass off as we get back onstage. We end up playing until 12AM-1AM and it was just madness the entire time.
Cousin tells me at some point that this blonde chick is going into the Navy at the end of summer and he told her I was shipping off to the Marines around the same time, which is entirely why she’s hanging onto me all night. Her friend is too drunk to drive that night so I tell them they can stay in the band tent, with 3 other dudes. Band guys are pissed because her friend was NOT hot and was way too fucked up to be useful to anyone. As I bang the blonde chick in my sleeping bag, they’re kicking me, trying to push me over, throwing shit at my head until the blonde yelled at the them and said ”Maybe this is why you’re not getting fucked right now!”.
It was the full rockstar treatment that day/night and completely had me going at the rockstar thing, full steam ahead for the next 13 years. I was some poor kid from downtown, so to go from that kid when I woke up, to the dude banging the hottest chick at the party and having everyone pat me on the back, it was really something else.
Some honorable mentions-
-I moved my ex-fiancé from Maine to Florida, her first weekend down here we played a gig in this little English pub. Finish the set and as I’m going to piss, a friend of mine I used to hang out with comes up and says, “I have to suck your dick right now.”, as I’m trying to say “I have a girlfriend now”, my girlfriend is standing behind me, balling up her fist and getting ready to throw down. I’ve never had a change of emotions in such a quick amount of time. It felt like less than a second I was excited to be playing a gig and then I was holding off my new girlfriend from an old hookup.
-Around this same time, I was trying to make some money on the side by selling Xanax. I had 100 of them that I brought to a show, knowing I’d be able to sell at least half of them. This was on a Friday night. My next memory is waking up Monday afternoon with 2 bars of Xanax and $5 to my name. No fucking clue what happened to the pills or the money.
-Band was doing a Battle of the Bands down at the Hard Rock in Hollywood, this joint there called Murphy’s Law. We used a lot of 808 bombs in our music and when our drummer hit the pad the first time, it sounded like the PA was going to blow. Him and I are looking at the soundguy who is looking at this phone. We have a section coming up that’s just repeated 808’s on every downbeat and it just builds with intensity, I’m trying to get soundguys attention but it doesn’t work. We hit that section, PA is farting all over and finally it‘s just letting out what sounded like a wet fart from spread ass cheeks. We finished the song and the soundguy shut down the rest of the show then immediately started telling us he was going to bill us for new speakers. We kindly told him to “fuck off” because he wasn’t paying attention. My drummer turned down the sampler after the first one, but he was on in-ears and couldn’t hear the rest of them blowing the PA up.
-Played a gig and one of our fans wanted to take me to the Hard Rock after. We stopped by a stripclub and I immediately realized why he was eager to take me; he started approaching the dancers and saying, “You know who that is? Yo, that’s Drucifer from Five Sins Ago! You really don’t know who he is?”. Greatest wing-man ever, unfortunately he was a fucking douchebag. He got about 6 dancers and a couple patrons to gather at our table, all thinking I was some rockstar. Some of them came to the Hard Rock with us, where we were all wasted and openly doing bumps of blow while walking through the casino at 4AM. He carried on the same thing there, which eventually attracted the prostitutes that hang our around the bar. I didn’t realize this one chick was a prostitute when she came up and just started kissing me out of nowhere. I kept trying to convince her to come back to my house but she kept trying to make me rent a room. Finally someone told me she was a hooker. Never got laid that night, despite being followed around by a bunch of coked-up strippers who thought I was a rockstar.
