This thread is about weird groupies, not about weird stories about groupies (unless the groupies themselves were weird ... am I making sense?). So, there's gotta be some kind of psychological twist, and keep it clean, please.
OK - here's mine. It was 1979. God, I miss those days - before AIDS, when I still had a LOT of lead in the pencil. I hooked up with a groupie who only liked bass players. Don't ask me why, but that's what she told me, and if she ever gave me a reason I've forgotten what it was.
She actually lived with a bass player in another band. Whenever I played in her home town and her "boyfriend" was gigging out of town and gone for the night I would always end up going home with her (I was a bit of dog ... back in the day
).
Then there was the one who said she really preferred drummers. I lived with her for 3 months. Golly gee, Bill, if she had liked bass players we might have even gotten married!
Enough about my sordid past. Your turn.
OK - here's mine. It was 1979. God, I miss those days - before AIDS, when I still had a LOT of lead in the pencil. I hooked up with a groupie who only liked bass players. Don't ask me why, but that's what she told me, and if she ever gave me a reason I've forgotten what it was.
She actually lived with a bass player in another band. Whenever I played in her home town and her "boyfriend" was gigging out of town and gone for the night I would always end up going home with her (I was a bit of dog ... back in the day
Then there was the one who said she really preferred drummers. I lived with her for 3 months. Golly gee, Bill, if she had liked bass players we might have even gotten married!
Enough about my sordid past. Your turn.


