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Stories About Weird Groupies
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i once had an over enthusiastic 22 stone woman chasing me round a venue at a gig she tried grabbing my junk mid song and followed me around that badly after we came offstage that i went and hid in my car untill the rest of the guys brought the gear out so we could go
anyways i think nothin of it 2 days later she's found me on myspace and starts sending msg after msg then to top it all off she sends msg's to my girlfriend telling her "he's not going to be with you much longer he's just using you to make me jealous"
anyway i fix the problem by emailing her husband and deleting my myspace profile its been 2 years since now result
anyways i think nothin of it 2 days later she's found me on myspace and starts sending msg after msg then to top it all off she sends msg's to my girlfriend telling her "he's not going to be with you much longer he's just using you to make me jealous"
anyway i fix the problem by emailing her husband and deleting my myspace profile its been 2 years since now result
Nothing ever happened with this (thankfully) but the weirdest "compliment" I ever received was back in my guitar playing days.
My band had just finished up a set when a girl I went to school with came up to me and said, "you look so sexy when you're playing guitar"...
I'm sure this isn't an uncommon occurrence in the dives, pubs or any other typical venue, but this particularly evening my band had just finished up a set of worship music at the local church!
My band had just finished up a set when a girl I went to school with came up to me and said, "you look so sexy when you're playing guitar"...
I'm sure this isn't an uncommon occurrence in the dives, pubs or any other typical venue, but this particularly evening my band had just finished up a set of worship music at the local church!
Aren't all groopies wierd?
Well it was 2004, I met this girl (SARA) @ this show, I was not even playing that night, it was a friends band. Back then we had a cool ass old bus that we gigged around in, and was touring a little to promo our new CD.
N E wayz I was the Guitarist, and this Crazy Sexy Girl , and her friends were all talking to me, and they asked me if I was going to play that night, I was like - no I am not in a band. Trying to play it off so I didn't start bragging about how good my band was starting to get. So my band manager/ actual boss from my work, came up and started telling these girls how I was Going to the top and I was going to be so famous,and S#$T
I was so embarrased, thought she would be angry for lying. 1 hour later we were kissing and I ended up spending the rest of the weekend with her in a hotel. I think she fell in love with me that night, but I will never know now, cos I left that monday morning on the bus, and have never seen her again. I went back a couple of times to find her, found out where she worked, and that she was a volenteer firefighter who went to Oregon to help fight fires.
I am such an ass for loosing her #...
Well it was 2004, I met this girl (SARA) @ this show, I was not even playing that night, it was a friends band. Back then we had a cool ass old bus that we gigged around in, and was touring a little to promo our new CD.
N E wayz I was the Guitarist, and this Crazy Sexy Girl , and her friends were all talking to me, and they asked me if I was going to play that night, I was like - no I am not in a band. Trying to play it off so I didn't start bragging about how good my band was starting to get. So my band manager/ actual boss from my work, came up and started telling these girls how I was Going to the top and I was going to be so famous,and S#$T
I was so embarrased, thought she would be angry for lying. 1 hour later we were kissing and I ended up spending the rest of the weekend with her in a hotel. I think she fell in love with me that night, but I will never know now, cos I left that monday morning on the bus, and have never seen her again. I went back a couple of times to find her, found out where she worked, and that she was a volenteer firefighter who went to Oregon to help fight fires.
I am such an ass for loosing her #...
i think the best groupies are the one's that are so drunk on jack daniels that they call it "zack janyels"
true story we played a gig in a concert hall that was putting on metal nights i wouldnt say we played paticulary well but in contrast to the other bands we were pretty darn good
anyway this girl runs up to our drummer at the end of the set which shocks us all as he's hardley mr casanova but then again this girl although pretty has sick in her hair and is bladdered out of her face on vodka redbull anyway before our drummer has a chance to react she throws herself at him the pair of them tumble backwards into his kit sending everything flying
all we can see from where were stood is a bassdrum with 1 tom and 2 pairs of legs hanging over it and this is how it stays for about 5 seconds untill finally rick (our drummer) surfaces from behind his kit with a look of sheer horror on his face as he turns to face us we can see the girl has spewed her guts out all over his back and his left shoulder
the girl staggers off crying with a bust nose while poor old rick loads up his vomit laden kit into the van
the drive home was over an hour in the middle of winter and we had the windows open all the way on account of the stench of his drums brrrr its was a cold night
true story we played a gig in a concert hall that was putting on metal nights i wouldnt say we played paticulary well but in contrast to the other bands we were pretty darn good
anyway this girl runs up to our drummer at the end of the set which shocks us all as he's hardley mr casanova but then again this girl although pretty has sick in her hair and is bladdered out of her face on vodka redbull anyway before our drummer has a chance to react she throws herself at him the pair of them tumble backwards into his kit sending everything flying
all we can see from where were stood is a bassdrum with 1 tom and 2 pairs of legs hanging over it and this is how it stays for about 5 seconds untill finally rick (our drummer) surfaces from behind his kit with a look of sheer horror on his face as he turns to face us we can see the girl has spewed her guts out all over his back and his left shoulder
the girl staggers off crying with a bust nose while poor old rick loads up his vomit laden kit into the van
the drive home was over an hour in the middle of winter and we had the windows open all the way on account of the stench of his drums brrrr its was a cold night
At one of our shows at a pretty cool club in Hershey, PA years ago. We were killing time waiting to go on, so I head to the bar for a beer/shot. The bartender (smokin' hot tiny blond) was eating pineapple out of a can. When I order, she grabs a spoonful and feeds it to me. I was like, what's this for? Her response? "It makes your *** taste better".
She sampled some following load out (no pun intended) that night.
She sampled some following load out (no pun intended) that night.
Well, my story was from 1979. Cameras weren't even invented yet!
I believe the first camera showed up on the history books around 1015-1021.
The problem with groupies is that you may not know they're groupies until it's too late. If a woman's all over you before you've even bought her a drink - chances are it's too good to be true. My high school basketball coach told me "Always take a lay up." I agree, but if it's TOO easy, watch out.
Well, from the large number of groupies that I, as a bassist, gather every night. I have my guitarist, who is a lesbian, help me pick out the best one.
lol
your lucky your taste in girls and hers coincides.I do have one story but it involves drugs so I dont know if it'll be deleted but....
Back in 1978 we was doing a support for a band supporting a band at the Marquee Club in London. It was my first school band and we were really sh*t. Well to cut a long story short this 'girl' kept staring at me, before and during the gig... I was only 16 and very unaware sexually (my missus tells me I still am!)
After the gig I went to the loo and she followed me in...
She gave me a BJ (my first ever), did a 'line' on a mirror with an old fashioned razor blade and offered me some, which I declined... spliff was one thing, speed and poppers was one thing, but this was something else...
Then, out of the blue, she asked me to cut her nipple with the razor blade. Why I don't know (I still dont know). I practically sh*t myself and ran all the way home... very strange, very scary.
What a nightmare, I didn't play out for another 5 years!!!
I thought it was more like circa 6000 BC. A set of Egyptian hieroglyphs from that period were deciphered by an Egyptologist to mean "point and click". It is my belief that the ancient scribe was referring to a camera, but it may also have been a mouse. However, no "say cheese" or "Microsoft sucks" hieroglyphs have ever been found, so I could be totally wrong on both counts.
Ok... so when I was living in a small town with very, very few musical options, I joined a Country-Western band. Egads... I hated country, but learned to love it, and it made me a much better singer then I would have ever imagined, but that's another story...
I was hitting my redneck nadir - I was in a band called Derringer, playing at a club called Winchester's in a town called Rifle in Colorado. (My hippy mom worried endlessly about all this at the time...) A couple of girls found the band enchanting, and were hanging out with us during our break. One girl was very, very fetching, the other not so much (or actually, 'too much,' as she was a fairly large girl).
The larger girl kept saying how she liked my shirt. So I said to her that we should trade. So, we all got to see her boobies, and I had to play the last set of the show in a too small for me tank top. As big of a girl that she was, I was a bigger guy...
After the gig, the girls wanted to 'party' with us. We started getting a sort of creepy vibe from them, and we agreed to try to ditch them.
We headed to a hotel room that the club had for us, but we drove off pretty fast hoping to loose them. This was probably a pretty bad idea, since both of the girls were very drunk by this point, and driving fast could've been disastrous.
We got to the motel, and didn't see any sign of 'em, and thought we lost 'em. No sign. We hung out with a couple of friends just watching TV and drinking a few beers. One of the guys went out for a smoke, and came back in saying that the girls had just pulled up into the parking lot.
We all go out there, and sure enough, they're there. They'd driven around until they found our cars. Mind you, the town was pretty small with only a few motels, so it wasn't too difficult.
The cute girl was still in the car, and the bigger girl was driving. She stepped out, and almost immediately stumbled to the ground. She was horrendously drunk. She couldn't stand, nor did she even know where she was. So we all had sex with her. Just kidding...we did not.
We felt a bit bad for her, and piled her back into her car, and noticed that the cute girl had passed out in the car. Someone found a blanket and tossed it on 'em. I then just went and drove home since I lived closer to the area then anyone else in the band.
When we got up in the morning, they were apparently gone. I ran into the bigger girl about a year later. She was embarrassed, and said she didn't remember any of that. Good story, though...
I was hitting my redneck nadir - I was in a band called Derringer, playing at a club called Winchester's in a town called Rifle in Colorado. (My hippy mom worried endlessly about all this at the time...) A couple of girls found the band enchanting, and were hanging out with us during our break. One girl was very, very fetching, the other not so much (or actually, 'too much,' as she was a fairly large girl).
The larger girl kept saying how she liked my shirt. So I said to her that we should trade. So, we all got to see her boobies, and I had to play the last set of the show in a too small for me tank top. As big of a girl that she was, I was a bigger guy...
After the gig, the girls wanted to 'party' with us. We started getting a sort of creepy vibe from them, and we agreed to try to ditch them.
We headed to a hotel room that the club had for us, but we drove off pretty fast hoping to loose them. This was probably a pretty bad idea, since both of the girls were very drunk by this point, and driving fast could've been disastrous.
We got to the motel, and didn't see any sign of 'em, and thought we lost 'em. No sign. We hung out with a couple of friends just watching TV and drinking a few beers. One of the guys went out for a smoke, and came back in saying that the girls had just pulled up into the parking lot.
We all go out there, and sure enough, they're there. They'd driven around until they found our cars. Mind you, the town was pretty small with only a few motels, so it wasn't too difficult.
The cute girl was still in the car, and the bigger girl was driving. She stepped out, and almost immediately stumbled to the ground. She was horrendously drunk. She couldn't stand, nor did she even know where she was. So we all had sex with her. Just kidding...we did not.
We felt a bit bad for her, and piled her back into her car, and noticed that the cute girl had passed out in the car. Someone found a blanket and tossed it on 'em. I then just went and drove home since I lived closer to the area then anyone else in the band.
When we got up in the morning, they were apparently gone. I ran into the bigger girl about a year later. She was embarrassed, and said she didn't remember any of that. Good story, though...
Where to start...nothing like doing roadwork in the '70s to collect a lifetime of war stories. I think I should skip some of the more lurid ones, but here's a couple that I recall.
We were in Muskegon, MI for the first time. A week gig, and we were on the first floor of a house owned by the club owner. He had 2 clubs and the house. One band stayed on the first floor, another on the second, and the bar manager had the third floor apartment. Our young roadie didn't understand the rule about the band sticking together. He went out with some little thing, and (as we found out later) she kept driving around looking for a place for them to settle in. She finally stopped on the side of the street, and was doing him, when he noticed something in her hand. It was a bottlecap, and she tried ripping his arm open with it. He punched her, and took off (strange town, mind you, and he had no idea where he was) running. He managed to find us, and we basically stopped our party and dismissed everyone at that point.
Next story is in Battle Creek. What is it with Michigan, anyway? These girls said they wanted to come back to our room and party. Cool enough. It turned out that the one girl wanted to bang our roadie (yeah, the same kid...), and her friend tagged along. Well, the friend was stuck with us by herself for a couple hours. We were getting pretty lude, and drinking. Did I mention that we had a female sound tech with us, and when the girl looked to her for support, she was told, "You get used to these guys after a while". Meanwhile, we're pouring it on pretty heavy, telling her that she should be prepared for all of us, etc. Our guitarist told her that the cost of gas in our car alone was enough for her to do all of us. This poor girl was getting scared. I came out of the john, and was apparently adjusting my shirt sleeve. She asked me (no joke) if I was shooting up. I calmly told her that if she didn't know the feel of cold metal in her arm, she didn't know what high was (we were nothing but beer drinkers and pot smokers). She started to freak, and that's when we decided to give her a lecture that she probably never forgot. We lit into her about going home with strangers, and ESPECIALLY with 6 strangers that were from out of town, whom she had never met until the hour before. We told her that she should consider herself lucky because she was going to be going home unharmed, and untouched. Next time, we warned her, she might not be so lucky. She never came back to the club that week. We were driving in town, and saw her on the porch of some house a few days later. In the end, we were bastard good samaratans.
We were in Muskegon, MI for the first time. A week gig, and we were on the first floor of a house owned by the club owner. He had 2 clubs and the house. One band stayed on the first floor, another on the second, and the bar manager had the third floor apartment. Our young roadie didn't understand the rule about the band sticking together. He went out with some little thing, and (as we found out later) she kept driving around looking for a place for them to settle in. She finally stopped on the side of the street, and was doing him, when he noticed something in her hand. It was a bottlecap, and she tried ripping his arm open with it. He punched her, and took off (strange town, mind you, and he had no idea where he was) running. He managed to find us, and we basically stopped our party and dismissed everyone at that point.
Next story is in Battle Creek. What is it with Michigan, anyway?
These girls said they wanted to come back to our room and party. Cool enough. It turned out that the one girl wanted to bang our roadie (yeah, the same kid...), and her friend tagged along. Well, the friend was stuck with us by herself for a couple hours. We were getting pretty lude, and drinking. Did I mention that we had a female sound tech with us, and when the girl looked to her for support, she was told, "You get used to these guys after a while". Meanwhile, we're pouring it on pretty heavy, telling her that she should be prepared for all of us, etc. Our guitarist told her that the cost of gas in our car alone was enough for her to do all of us. This poor girl was getting scared. I came out of the john, and was apparently adjusting my shirt sleeve. She asked me (no joke) if I was shooting up. I calmly told her that if she didn't know the feel of cold metal in her arm, she didn't know what high was (we were nothing but beer drinkers and pot smokers). She started to freak, and that's when we decided to give her a lecture that she probably never forgot. We lit into her about going home with strangers, and ESPECIALLY with 6 strangers that were from out of town, whom she had never met until the hour before. We told her that she should consider herself lucky because she was going to be going home unharmed, and untouched. Next time, we warned her, she might not be so lucky. She never came back to the club that week. We were driving in town, and saw her on the porch of some house a few days later. In the end, we were bastard good samaratans.
I forgot the one about my old drummer. We used to play this club in Peoria every month or so. This cute little thing used to drive to the club in this beat up VW, and hang around our drummer. About 6 months after this had been going on, she finally hit on him. He decided to go for it. They were out in her car, and as he told it, he was about 1 inch away from home, when, for who knows what reason, she casually mentions to him that she was 13 years old. He came running into the club, and told us that he never made that last inch. Nor could he have at that point. 13 years old?
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I have some strange ones, but one that sticks out.......
Albany NY 1992
Older woman- maybe 38-40 (not old to me now- but when your 23....) starts hitting on me pretty good.
Now, she's pretty damn good lookin' so I'm playing right along and having a good time with this- play a set, get all cozy with hot MILF on break, repeat until.....HUSBAND walks in.
Now this is where I normally would rapidly excuse myself, but he's totally OK with the whole thing and is like "We've been married XX number of years and are pretty solid in our relationship blah blah blah so go ahead and go back to your room.......".
OK, weird, but I'll play along!!!!
We go back to my room with husband in tow, because he just wants to know where his wife will be etc.....or at least thats what he says.
Get to my room, he wants to hang out and watch.
OK, weird, but I'll play along (hey, I was 23, on the road, what the hell right??!?!)
Do the deed.
9 minuets later they're leaving. LOL!!!
Just kidding, like 5 hours later they leave.
OK, 4 hours??
3??
How about 2.5 then??
Cool, 2.5 it is......
Anyway, so I'm thinkin' that was weird and fun and it's done.
Wrong.
Now she knows what room I'm in and for the next two weeks she wants to make daily visits. (we were in town for 2 weeks)
OK, weird, but I'll play along!!!! (see a trend here....)
Two weeks of this and that, and towards the end of our stay, one day when she was over her husband, who also remembered where I was staying and what room #, calls and asks if I've seen his wife and/or have been "seeing" his wife.
Me: "Wha?!? Who is this?!? Oh yeah!! I remember you! Your wife?? No, not since the last time I saw you guys"
He says OK.
I hang up the phone.
We both laugh and "continue".
When she's leaving- 2.5 hours later, I tell her to keep her ass away from me because I didn't want hubby to kill me or something.
Pissed, she leaves.
Now the best part, and really the only reason I remember this so vividly......one year later we are back in Albany, this guy walks up to me in the club (same place) and asks if my name is Mike and if I played there before.
Well, I said yes and all of a sudden he bear hugs me, thanking me and starts saying how much I "opened" his eyes after that night because he had proof after that night that his wife was cheating on him etc.....
She had "marks" on here and would disappear during the day and come home all dis-shelved and stuff for weeks after that.
He bought me and the band drinks all night!!!
Great guy!
Hehe!!!
The good ol' days!
Albany NY 1992
Older woman- maybe 38-40 (not old to me now- but when your 23....) starts hitting on me pretty good.
Now, she's pretty damn good lookin' so I'm playing right along and having a good time with this- play a set, get all cozy with hot MILF on break, repeat until.....HUSBAND walks in.
Now this is where I normally would rapidly excuse myself, but he's totally OK with the whole thing and is like "We've been married XX number of years and are pretty solid in our relationship blah blah blah so go ahead and go back to your room.......".
OK, weird, but I'll play along!!!!
We go back to my room with husband in tow, because he just wants to know where his wife will be etc.....or at least thats what he says.
Get to my room, he wants to hang out and watch.
OK, weird, but I'll play along (hey, I was 23, on the road, what the hell right??!?!)
Do the deed.
9 minuets later they're leaving. LOL!!!
Just kidding, like 5 hours later they leave.
OK, 4 hours??
3??
How about 2.5 then??
Cool, 2.5 it is......
Anyway, so I'm thinkin' that was weird and fun and it's done.
Wrong.
Now she knows what room I'm in and for the next two weeks she wants to make daily visits. (we were in town for 2 weeks)
OK, weird, but I'll play along!!!! (see a trend here....)
Two weeks of this and that, and towards the end of our stay, one day when she was over her husband, who also remembered where I was staying and what room #, calls and asks if I've seen his wife and/or have been "seeing" his wife.
Me: "Wha?!? Who is this?!? Oh yeah!! I remember you! Your wife?? No, not since the last time I saw you guys"
He says OK.
I hang up the phone.
We both laugh and "continue".
When she's leaving- 2.5 hours later, I tell her to keep her ass away from me because I didn't want hubby to kill me or something.
Pissed, she leaves.
Now the best part, and really the only reason I remember this so vividly......one year later we are back in Albany, this guy walks up to me in the club (same place) and asks if my name is Mike and if I played there before.
Well, I said yes and all of a sudden he bear hugs me, thanking me and starts saying how much I "opened" his eyes after that night because he had proof after that night that his wife was cheating on him etc.....
She had "marks" on here and would disappear during the day and come home all dis-shelved and stuff for weeks after that.
He bought me and the band drinks all night!!!
Great guy!
Hehe!!!
The good ol' days!
Well, I said yes and all of a sudden he bear hugs me, thanking me and starts saying how much I "opened" his eyes after that night because he had proof after that night that his wife was cheating on him etc.....
She had "marks" on here and would disappear during the day and come home all dis-shelved and stuff for weeks after that.
He bought me and the band drinks all night!!!
Great guy!
Hehe!!!
The good ol' days!
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