“cannot believe that was Leon leading us on bicycle races through the Hill at 3 in the morning? getting Johnny so blitzed that all he could say when we parted ways was “dude, i gotta go to new york now”. that it was Leon devouring through the entire box of what he called “Black Tony” (chocoloate Frosted Flakes) in my room at 1033?”
yes… this was Hank Mobley.. one of the craziest fuckers ever.
I want more music stories.
From you.
I remember the time that David Crosby got stuck on the Boulderado elevator.. and he was drunk as piss, yelling at the top of his lungs.
I remember when Buena Vista Social Club came to our restaurant and refused to order anything in English. And I thought that was badass. For some reason.
I remember Matt The Cat putting boogers into Jimmy Page’s omelette.
And I remember Herbie Hancock pulling me into his bedroom and making him watch the entirety of T2 on his laptop. Couldn’t give two shits about music at that point.. but he was stunned to be watching a movie on a computer… wirelessly, etc. He was a hoot. Sort of into prostitutes if I remember correctly. But Bill Sumners the percussionist took me out to dinner with his wife and someone else from the band…. because I was helping with some multimedia device stuff from Inroads interactive… and their “Return of Headhunters” disc was an enhanced CD… and wanted to show it to the concert attendees. Herbie is so into tech is it silly.
There are so many others… anyone got any?
Let’s revisit Ben and Leon for a moment.. and say… yeaaaaaaaaaaah
I remember that cocksucker Simon LeBond making my friend go get a sandwich becuase he didn’t like pizza. “BUT I WAAAAAAAAAAAANT A SANDWICH. An American Hero… a HERO.” He kept saying hero so much I wanted to snap his knees and pistol whip him with my ..umm… you know…
I remember thinking I was so excited with my new favourite friend Chris Isaak as he was the COOOOOLEST… till I heard his sound. I knew my Mom would love him immediately. Rankin Roger was really cool, and Bradley from Sublime was so fucked up, he couldn’t speak properly, nor could he stop apologizing for what his band mates were doing…
Man. Music. Have some.