Good evening Rock City!
Back in '96 I was a student. One night, I went along to the local rock club to see a band called Skyscraper. I had interviewed the band earlier in the evening for the Student Union newspaper -- at the time, their album was one of my favourites and so I jumped at the chance to meet them. After the interview I wandered off to get some food and something to drink, and wound up in the bar next door where I spent the next few hours drinking and chatting up a couple of girls I knew.

Suddenly clocking the time, I left the bar and got back into the club just as Skyscraper were starting their first song. Ok, I'd missed the support act but I didn't know much about them so wasn't too bothered. The gig was great -- one of the girls followed me into the Club, so the two of us danced and sang along (actually, I did the singing as she didn't have a clue who they were), drank. Heavily.

After the set I saunter over to the merchandise kiosk and ask if it's possible to see someone from the band as I just wanted to congratulate them on such a great gig (actually, I wanted to be invited backstage to help them drink their rider) and this little guy came out. I hadn't met him earlier on, but he looked like the rythm guitarist so I start telling him how fantastic the show was.

Then I say "… and you played 'Love Sick!' That's my favourite song by you guys!" and I get this blank look in return.

"Erm…," he says, "I think you've mistaken me for somebody else. I'm Grant. I'm the singer in Feeder."

Bollocks.

Luckily, the girl I was with thought that the band we had seen was Feeder, so had bought one of their t-shirts. I point at her wearing it and say "Oh, you were great too, man -- my friend even bought your t-shirt, see?"

At that point he walked away, back to his band mates and beer. I can't say that I particularly blame him. Still, I got laid that evening so it wasn't all bad...
(mister_barfly, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 12:47, Reply)