What is the most Rock Star thing you've ever done?
What is the most Rock Star thing you've ever done?
Trashed a dressing room? Hotel room? Done the Nasty backstage? What moment did you most feel that you were livin' like one of you idols? Just don't incriminate the innocent or yourself for that matter. I'll go first. I don't know if this is a winner or if everybody here can beat it. But I nailed my girlfriend downstairs at a popular Altoona rock bar/ Italian resturaunt. In the basement Bocce ball court. That made me feel like Joe Perry.
My Sid Vicious moment came at a bar out side of Phillipsburg. We brought in a huge crowd and everyone was having a great time. When it came time to get paid (you see what's comin' don't you) guess what. The guy told us that everyone hated us and that he didn't make any money. Then!! he tried to book us again! Well I was plenty steamed. The bar owner was building a new addition to his bar. He had given us one of the unfinished rooms as a dressing room. Nice guy huh? He was sure to remind us about 50 times not to use the restrooms back there because none of the plumbing was hooked up yet. So, after getting the shaft, and getting treated like a moron. I took a great big steamer in his unplumbed toilet. Then we turned on the crappy little electric heater up to 10 and placed it under the bowel. We figured we were even. We never did get booked there again.
My Sid Vicious moment came at a bar out side of Phillipsburg. We brought in a huge crowd and everyone was having a great time. When it came time to get paid (you see what's comin' don't you) guess what. The guy told us that everyone hated us and that he didn't make any money. Then!! he tried to book us again! Well I was plenty steamed. The bar owner was building a new addition to his bar. He had given us one of the unfinished rooms as a dressing room. Nice guy huh? He was sure to remind us about 50 times not to use the restrooms back there because none of the plumbing was hooked up yet. So, after getting the shaft, and getting treated like a moron. I took a great big steamer in his unplumbed toilet. Then we turned on the crappy little electric heater up to 10 and placed it under the bowel. We figured we were even. We never did get booked there again.
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Snorting Coke from the huge breasts of a beautiful lady, Throw a T.V. out of a hotel room window, Get blown under the riser, Having a Mom ride you while her daughter sits on your face and the two of them are tongue kissing, Starting a riot between fans and security at a venue, Exposing your johnson on stage, Oh Sorry got carried away for a Minute...
I've never done any of those things BUT GOD HAVE I HAD DREAMS AND FANTASIES ABOUT ALL OF THEM ! Yes folks hard to believe but even the one with mom and daughter.
Oh what a life it must be.
I've never done any of those things BUT GOD HAVE I HAD DREAMS AND FANTASIES ABOUT ALL OF THEM ! Yes folks hard to believe but even the one with mom and daughter.
Oh what a life it must be.
I'm glad I didn't have to fight in a war, I'm glad I didn't get killed or kill somebody, I hope my kids enjoy the same lack of manhood
Well, mine isn't all that, but it was cool at the time...We were playing this club and there were like 15 people there...The owner informed us after our second set that we were only getting a $100 when the agreement was for $650...And on top of it all, I was sick...I broke a string going into the 3rd song and had a enough...I promptly took my guitar off and did a rockstar guitar smash on stage...Poor thing, never knew what hit him...I just wish there were more people there to see it!
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I've definatly done many things while influenced to make myself look like an ass but we're gonna skip that. This ones kinda funny but maybe not quite on the rock star line.
While in high school in the 80's me and another guitar player buddy decided to take a day off school ( skip ) , we were both shred fans at the time and had some harmony leads worked out and both played pretty fast ( faster than I could now ) So we proceed to a local music shop where the sales guy for the day was a little more Jazz and a little less shred than us. About 2 hour into us sitting there with 2 guitars wailing he finally lost it, " what do think this is a f***ing guitar concert" he had a few other choice words for us too. But hey it was better than school that day, right!
While in high school in the 80's me and another guitar player buddy decided to take a day off school ( skip ) , we were both shred fans at the time and had some harmony leads worked out and both played pretty fast ( faster than I could now ) So we proceed to a local music shop where the sales guy for the day was a little more Jazz and a little less shred than us. About 2 hour into us sitting there with 2 guitars wailing he finally lost it, " what do think this is a f***ing guitar concert" he had a few other choice words for us too. But hey it was better than school that day, right!
One time we drove 2 hours only to find another band setting up in our place, the lady said she never made the date and showed me her calender, I could see the white out marks over where our name was written (did she think I was stupid?)
The bar had a big industrial type air conditioning unit on the ground, ducting into the bar se we all pissed in it and left.
That's about the most rock star thing I've ever done.
The bar had a big industrial type air conditioning unit on the ground, ducting into the bar se we all pissed in it and left.
That's about the most rock star thing I've ever done.
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In college (at Miami, Ohio, near Cincinnati), there's an annual street party called Ghettofest (the part of town with the cheapest student housing) and in 1989 my band played it. About 600-700 people, a line of kegs down the street, and a parking lot for the band / crowd. We set up a 2-foot high drum riser for my kit on some milk crates and skids we snagged from KMart (we took them back later.)
Between sets I hit the kegs, going straight to the front of the line, of course (I'm with the band - excuse me!)
I took my 32 oz cup, filled it, chugged it, filled it again, chugged half of it, and filled it again before heading back to the "stage area", drinking most of it before I got back to the riser. I proceeded to step up onto the riser, wobbled a bit from the sudden rush of alcohol into my bloodstream, sat down on my throne, and promptly fell over backwards right off the riser onto the ground!
With the help of some bandmates, I got up, dusted myself off, and got back up on the riser, where it took me about 2 songs to be able to actually feel the drumsticks in my hands!
Of course, as the show went on (and I sobered up a bit!) with that many people I was flinging sticks into the crowd like I was Tommy Lee or something, but it was SOOO cool.


In college (at Miami, Ohio, near Cincinnati), there's an annual street party called Ghettofest (the part of town with the cheapest student housing) and in 1989 my band played it. About 600-700 people, a line of kegs down the street, and a parking lot for the band / crowd. We set up a 2-foot high drum riser for my kit on some milk crates and skids we snagged from KMart (we took them back later.)

Between sets I hit the kegs, going straight to the front of the line, of course (I'm with the band - excuse me!)

With the help of some bandmates, I got up, dusted myself off, and got back up on the riser, where it took me about 2 songs to be able to actually feel the drumsticks in my hands!
Of course, as the show went on (and I sobered up a bit!) with that many people I was flinging sticks into the crowd like I was Tommy Lee or something, but it was SOOO cool.

You better call me a doctor - feelin' no pain!
One of the most rock star things I've ever done was this past weekend at the Ramada Inn in Somerset. Right after we were done playing our last song, I took her out to my van and gave it to her right in the parking lot. After about 20 minutes I went back inside and got paid. I took her up to our hotel room but there were 6 people there so I took her in the bathroom and gave her some more. She said she had to see if her ride left so she wanted to go downstairs and look in the parking lot for her friends. We got to the bottom of the stairs and I dragged her under the stair case in the hallway for another round. After finding her friends in the parking lot she wanted to go back to my van for one more round but I left my keys upstairs so I took her behind the dumpster in the parking lot and gave it to her again. A guy was coming out to dump the bottles from the bar in the dumpster and totally saw us. He just laughed and walked away. I love playing that place. The chicks are awsome there 

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about 6 years ago, b4 playing a show, the other guitar player in the band and I got the bright idea to drink a half gallon of vodka, ourselves, b4 playing (I think the drummer had some too) i dont remember much of the show, and neither did he, but i guess the crowd went insane and loved it. Later that night (or morning) after the show some hot girls smoked us up and took us home with them. i plowed one of them (she was a virgin, and i'm going to hell), and thought her name was somthing it wasnt. She wasnt very amuzed the next morning when i called her the wrong name. The other guitar player had puked all through the one girls car and still ran her through. I also noticed (while lying there with cottonmouth and the biggest headache you could imagine) that my hands were covered in dried blood. Upon further inspection of my guitar, i found it also to be covered in blood, and missing strings. guess I gave the crowd a nice show by smashing my guitar off the stage by the strings at the end of our set. The guitar was a beast that I put together from the bodies of some of my "dead" guitars. Surprisingly, it really wasnt affected by my shenannigans. I think all the stickers softened the blow. It was melodic punk and it was awesome, God I miss those days
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Sampling contestants during a titty contest.
Purposefully sinking a boat at a resort.
Riding a bicycle off a pier into an ice-glazed lake.
Shooting off a shotgun loaded with blanks, but it still messed up the ceiling.
Purposefully mixing too much magnesium powder into my homemade flash powder and catching a Fireman's Festival flatbed stage on fire. Hey, they needed the practice.
Riding with a groupie in the back of the equipment truck on top of the PA cabs with all the associated activities. What could I do, the closest thing we had to a limo was Bob Gate's 1962 Cadillac, and it was NOT a classic at the time.
I'm sure there's more, but one of them would also be getting into a state where you CAN'T REMEMBER what you did!
Purposefully sinking a boat at a resort.
Riding a bicycle off a pier into an ice-glazed lake.
Shooting off a shotgun loaded with blanks, but it still messed up the ceiling.
Purposefully mixing too much magnesium powder into my homemade flash powder and catching a Fireman's Festival flatbed stage on fire. Hey, they needed the practice.
Riding with a groupie in the back of the equipment truck on top of the PA cabs with all the associated activities. What could I do, the closest thing we had to a limo was Bob Gate's 1962 Cadillac, and it was NOT a classic at the time.
I'm sure there's more, but one of them would also be getting into a state where you CAN'T REMEMBER what you did!
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Here's a little JP war story that ties into the Rockstar thing. FatVin's bass player can back me up on this story, it's classic!
Back in 1988, when I was managing and doing PR work for Tommi-Gunn, the group played a two-nighter at the 218 Club in Williamsport. I rode up with the band for the Saturday night end of it.
Since I wasn't driving, the beer glass became bottomless for me at the club, and after some double-digit number of pounder drafts, I almost picked a fight with an audience member who was heckling the band. But it gets better...
After the show, we all headed to the hotel for the post-show party. Motley Crue and Guns'N'Roses would have been proud of the way we trashed the hotel room! After trashing the hotel room, we further trashed ourselves. A vodka bottle appeared and was passed around, and I think I must have downed half of it. I woke up in front of the porcelain god, and was barely able to stand up in order to leave the hotel the next morning. All I remember was that my head felt like it had a direct confrontation with a baseball bat, and that the hotel room stank to hell and back! (I pity whoever had to clean that mess up!) The 2-hour ride back home to Altoona from Williamsport was the longest two hours of my life. And once I got back home and looked in the bathroom mirror, I discovered that the right side of my head was shaven while I was passed out. (I fared better than the Gunn's soundman at the time, Zilly, who had his head shaved and drawn upon with a permanent marker). Rock star type decadence at its best and worst!
Back in 1988, when I was managing and doing PR work for Tommi-Gunn, the group played a two-nighter at the 218 Club in Williamsport. I rode up with the band for the Saturday night end of it.
Since I wasn't driving, the beer glass became bottomless for me at the club, and after some double-digit number of pounder drafts, I almost picked a fight with an audience member who was heckling the band. But it gets better...
After the show, we all headed to the hotel for the post-show party. Motley Crue and Guns'N'Roses would have been proud of the way we trashed the hotel room! After trashing the hotel room, we further trashed ourselves. A vodka bottle appeared and was passed around, and I think I must have downed half of it. I woke up in front of the porcelain god, and was barely able to stand up in order to leave the hotel the next morning. All I remember was that my head felt like it had a direct confrontation with a baseball bat, and that the hotel room stank to hell and back! (I pity whoever had to clean that mess up!) The 2-hour ride back home to Altoona from Williamsport was the longest two hours of my life. And once I got back home and looked in the bathroom mirror, I discovered that the right side of my head was shaven while I was passed out. (I fared better than the Gunn's soundman at the time, Zilly, who had his head shaved and drawn upon with a permanent marker). Rock star type decadence at its best and worst!
Great story!!! That's why they called him "God-zilly" then... he's since hung up his drinking hat, and moved on.
I've been thinking about this thread for awhile, trying to determine which moment was my most "Rock Star," and there were a BUNCH, so it's difficult, but here goes...
Thin Ice opened a regional band called Harpo at the now-defunct club, the Scorpion, in State College in about 1989, I think. Of course they boned us on PA and lights, and turned the low amps off on their biamped monitors so you could only hear 500Hz and above. Dicks. Anyhoo, while we played, there was this weird little hippy-chick off to one side who basically, well, sucked her thumb the whole set. I can't say why, at least not in mixed company, but I found her...strangely attractive. After our set, I helped get our gear offstage, and set out to scam on this off-beat college-girl. Turns out she and her friend were drunk as sin (you all say, "NO!!"). Her friend insisted that I sign her right breast (I LOVE rock & roll), and suggested that we retire to her place, but I kept my eyes on my orally-fixated prize... persistence, my friends, persistence. I talked her into going back to her apartment, and bought her a final high-octane cocktail to seal the deal, something I almost never did because I was a singer in a metal band, and we don't do that, ladies (we're broke mostly). I helped her out of the club, and we began the 4-block walk to her place. She started slurring her speech, and I thought about culling her and finding another one, but she insisted, and I didn't want her to walk home alone at night, so on we walked. At the next street corner, she staggered a bit and fell down... obviously breaking her elbow. I was horrified, but she insisted she was okay, and still wanted to show me the whole thumb-sucking thing in private. When we got to her room, she laid down on the couch, beckoned me to lie down on top of her, kissed me, and... passed out dead away. Now I'm not into romancing unconscious girls, something about jail time turns me off, so I went through her tape collection, which sucked, and found a Led Zep tape, pocketed it and left, as her roommate loudly screwed the life out of some unknown dude in the next room.
When I got back to my car, it had been TOWED. Gone. Called the cops to report it missing (why would anyone steal a '78 Chevette?) and they said I shouldn't park in people's private lots, and I could pick it up for $40 in the morning. Dicks. I called my best friend, some of you know him, Mark Morningstar, who I was sure would take a bullet for me if I wanted him to. It was about 3am at this point, and he mumbled something about losing my effing mind and hung up the phone. I went back to the club, hoping to find Jeff Rittenhouse, our sound guy... I had to literally run down the band bus on foot, but I caught him, and he said he could help. He did... he flagged down the very next girl we saw on the street and asked her point blank if I could spend the night with her. Much to my surprise, she looked me up & down, and said okay. Cool, I thought, things are looking up, I might actually get some. We went to her place, and as we were walking to her bedroom, she pointed to the sofa. "You go there, stupid." Oh. I get it. I quickly fell asleep, but was awakened by what appeared to be a rat under the covers with me. I screamed like a girl, due to an unnatural fear of sleeping with rats, and she came a-running, hollering for me not to hurt her pet weasel-thingy (what are they called?). I almost pooped the bed, I was so startled.
I had to get her to drop me off at the mall the next morning, where I had to wait for Marky to finish work at like 3pm. Davy Jones from the Monkees was making an appearance that day promoting a book or something, and in his speech, he mentioned that being a rock star was harder work than it looks. I said yeah, I can dig that.
When all was said and done, I got my car back, made a friend of the girl who let me crash at her place, wore out that Led Zep tape, and never did get with the thumb-sucker. Dick. ---->JMS
I've been thinking about this thread for awhile, trying to determine which moment was my most "Rock Star," and there were a BUNCH, so it's difficult, but here goes...
Thin Ice opened a regional band called Harpo at the now-defunct club, the Scorpion, in State College in about 1989, I think. Of course they boned us on PA and lights, and turned the low amps off on their biamped monitors so you could only hear 500Hz and above. Dicks. Anyhoo, while we played, there was this weird little hippy-chick off to one side who basically, well, sucked her thumb the whole set. I can't say why, at least not in mixed company, but I found her...strangely attractive. After our set, I helped get our gear offstage, and set out to scam on this off-beat college-girl. Turns out she and her friend were drunk as sin (you all say, "NO!!"). Her friend insisted that I sign her right breast (I LOVE rock & roll), and suggested that we retire to her place, but I kept my eyes on my orally-fixated prize... persistence, my friends, persistence. I talked her into going back to her apartment, and bought her a final high-octane cocktail to seal the deal, something I almost never did because I was a singer in a metal band, and we don't do that, ladies (we're broke mostly). I helped her out of the club, and we began the 4-block walk to her place. She started slurring her speech, and I thought about culling her and finding another one, but she insisted, and I didn't want her to walk home alone at night, so on we walked. At the next street corner, she staggered a bit and fell down... obviously breaking her elbow. I was horrified, but she insisted she was okay, and still wanted to show me the whole thumb-sucking thing in private. When we got to her room, she laid down on the couch, beckoned me to lie down on top of her, kissed me, and... passed out dead away. Now I'm not into romancing unconscious girls, something about jail time turns me off, so I went through her tape collection, which sucked, and found a Led Zep tape, pocketed it and left, as her roommate loudly screwed the life out of some unknown dude in the next room.
When I got back to my car, it had been TOWED. Gone. Called the cops to report it missing (why would anyone steal a '78 Chevette?) and they said I shouldn't park in people's private lots, and I could pick it up for $40 in the morning. Dicks. I called my best friend, some of you know him, Mark Morningstar, who I was sure would take a bullet for me if I wanted him to. It was about 3am at this point, and he mumbled something about losing my effing mind and hung up the phone. I went back to the club, hoping to find Jeff Rittenhouse, our sound guy... I had to literally run down the band bus on foot, but I caught him, and he said he could help. He did... he flagged down the very next girl we saw on the street and asked her point blank if I could spend the night with her. Much to my surprise, she looked me up & down, and said okay. Cool, I thought, things are looking up, I might actually get some. We went to her place, and as we were walking to her bedroom, she pointed to the sofa. "You go there, stupid." Oh. I get it. I quickly fell asleep, but was awakened by what appeared to be a rat under the covers with me. I screamed like a girl, due to an unnatural fear of sleeping with rats, and she came a-running, hollering for me not to hurt her pet weasel-thingy (what are they called?). I almost pooped the bed, I was so startled.
I had to get her to drop me off at the mall the next morning, where I had to wait for Marky to finish work at like 3pm. Davy Jones from the Monkees was making an appearance that day promoting a book or something, and in his speech, he mentioned that being a rock star was harder work than it looks. I said yeah, I can dig that.
When all was said and done, I got my car back, made a friend of the girl who let me crash at her place, wore out that Led Zep tape, and never did get with the thumb-sucker. Dick. ---->JMS
Our band was closing a festival at the college I attended. At the time we were calling ourselves Black Majik Jesus. Everyone had ingested a good bit of blotter paper.. I had over a dozen myself through out the day. Anyway we filled our set with a bunch of originals and Sabbath covers. To close out the show we had a bunch of friends of ours (all tripping their faces off too) re-enact the march up Skull Hill and the crucifiction. It was very surreal.. We had our soldiers using big blow up swords. Our Christ was a friend of mine with a long, Tommy Lee style mohwak circa 1991, covered in tattoos. All the while the band is tuned down to C playing Under the Sun/Everyday Comes and Goes from Sabbath's Vol 4 record. We jammed it out into this big fuzzed out, feedback frenzy as they were driving the "nails" into our christ.. then we just kinda left the stage with all of the effects on the guitars.. leaned into their amps and feeding back a strobe light nder our Jesus... It was was definitely a spectical
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For our last show with Retro Active, I smashed one of my B.C. Rich Warlock's at the very end of the night. The place was screaming like you wouldn't believe.
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So will that guitar be taking a trip to Northern Cambria for repairs?facingwest wrote:For our last show with Retro Active, I smashed one of my B.C. Rich Warlock's at the very end of the night. The place was screaming like you wouldn't believe.

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Hell no. The guitar split in a few different pieces and was given out to anyone who wanted a piece of it. Bighead did the work in getting the guitar somewhat playable never to see his shop again. heh JB Weld held the bridge bolts in place and everything on the entire guitar was spray painted. That guitar met its doom. heh
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facingwest wrote:For our last show with Retro Active, I smashed one of my B.C. Rich Warlock's at the very end of the night. The place was screaming like you wouldn't believe.
Actually.. I hate seeing that. I'm sure people love seeing that, but I can't stand to see something smashed that helped get you where you are. Nothing against ya, man, but I don't hold well with that. I've lost respect for tons of big name bands for doing that. But that's my opinion. And if the crowd went crazy, more power to ya.
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Heh...Esa assumes way too much.esa wrote:Actually.. I hate seeing that. I'm sure people love seeing that, but I can't stand to see something smashed that helped get you where you are. Nothing against ya, man, but I don't hold well with that. I've lost respect for tons of big name bands for doing that. But that's my opinion. And if the crowd went crazy, more power to ya.facingwest wrote:For our last show with Retro Active, I smashed one of my B.C. Rich Warlock's at the very end of the night. The place was screaming like you wouldn't believe.


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facingwest wrote: Heh...Esa assumes way too much.I never used that guitar because it set in a garbage bag in pieces under my bed for 10 years. When I found out what modifications I had to do, it wouldn't be worth putting the guitar together to play. At that point, I decided to use it for Retro's last show and smash it to put it out of its misery. Paul from Big Head Guitars used JB weld to hold the two bridge bolts in place, then spray painted it. I definitely got my $75 bucks worth out of it smashing it.
Okay... well.. um.. I guess you're forgiven. lol.
Actually, in that case...that's cool. I just.. well, when the fiddle has nothing wrong with it and people smash it because they can.. that just.. I don't know, it bothers me. Sell it, give it away...spend the money on charity or.. me! heh. But if it was a pos guitar that didn't work at all... okay. You're lucky.. you almost got an ear beating from me..

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