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Music fanatacism is something that seems to run in all males within our family. My uncle was a roadie for Deep Purple and the mighty Led Zeppelin. Anyway I went to LA to see The White Stripes play last summer(well I needed a holiday I thought I might as well go and do that) my uncle gave me the number of his friend from his roadie days who lives there. His name was Mad-dog. He picked me up from the cockroach infested hole I was staying at and I spent the afternoon hanging around his ridiculously nice penthouse apartment up in the Hollywood Hills drinking scotch. A few glasses in he lets slip that the bottle is 30 years old and was given to him by Rod Stewart as a thank you gift. I felt pretty classy that afternoon. Then he dropped me off at the Greek Theatre in his hideously expensive sports car. Then of course I got lost trying to walk back to Melrose Ave and ended up in quite a rough part of town.

A few years ago I used to live in Aberystwyth and used to follow a local band called The Hot Puppies quite closely. I hear they are all down London now. Anyway quite often ended up going for post-gig drinks with them. The most amusing of which was on my friends Ed's birthday. He got drunk and the lead singer was quite obviously trying to get him into bed, he was oblivious. He still hasnt lived that down. I ended up trying to chat her up, dropping my pint smashing the glass and kinda drooling on myself. I went home alone that night.

Probably my favourite rock n roll story however is not that interesting to anyone but me. Watching The Distillers play in 03 just before Coral Fang came out. Belly full of beer and chemicals, it was beautiful.

Ah well I guess those stories arent too funny. Nevermind. Ive got tickets to see My Ruin on Monday night so Ill try and come up with a better rock moment then :)
(reesy22, Thu 29 Jun 2006, 20:40, Reply)