I'd rather have an Autograph
Ok disclaimer first, this story is a little blue..and I don't mean gloomy. So keep reading but you were forewarned..
Only Stacia Kane knows this story, as it was one of our early internet music discussions. It's funny and a little sad so here I go...
In the late 70's and 80's there was a great club in San Diego,California called the Spirit Club. It was Southern California's answer to decent punk club, when it closed in the 90's it was a sad sad day. I saw the Misfits, Danzig, Nashville Pussy, the Dils, Rank and File and many many more there! But I digress...
My career in the music biz started with me working for punk bands like Seven Seconds, the Ramones and yes..Iggy Pop. Iggy often needed to be shopping carted(read- so out of it you folded him into a shopping cart and wheeled him around) it was my job to do so. I seem to be the "who ya gonna call," when shopping carting needed to happen on a band member. Maybe it's because I am a fairly patient person, maybe just maybe because I had my own "habits" that made me more than a little more understanding than the average roadie..who can say?
On this particular night Iggy was playing the Spirit, he was more or less stable that night(maybe less..again who can say..) and my friend Tamra was coming because she literally idolized the ground Mr. Osterberg walked on.(a very very bad idea in my opinion.) It was post a most excellent show and the Iggster was lounging on a velvet couch slugging back shots of bourbon. I brought Tamra back to meet Iggy and Tamra was petrified, so I spoke for her.( I had a gin and tonic in my hand one of my drinks of choice now and then...). "Hey Ig this is my good friend Tamra, she thinks you rock and would really like your autograph, ok?" So he looks up at me for about 4 beats then looks at Tamra up and down.( she was extremely busty).and then up again..and said " Synde, I am so tired and my body aches. Couldn't she just give me a blow job instead?.." he didn't laugh or anything..He was dead serious! Tamra was shocked, and if I hadn't done what I next,did she just might have given him what he wanted.(.Im not here to appraise peoples character only to tell a story.) I was shocked! How fucking dare he treat MY FRIEND like that, soIi waited another few moments and then threw my drink in his face..called him a "fucking pig" and stormed out with my friend in tow..I can still hear him laughing as I left, when I think about it.
I went back to the hotel..but the next day no one spoke of it. No one ever spoke about it again until in the late 90's I was walking through SOHO in Manhattan and noticed a spindly guy coming towards me..He looked familar and had that tell tale circulatory system outside the skin look and sure enough it was himself. We laughed about that night, he brought it up by saying "remember when you threw that drink in my face..Yeah that was hilarious..you were so mad" HAR HAR Iggy..
A few minutes later we went our separate ways and i haven't' seen him since.
So that was that, I hope you enjoyed the story..
Comment or not..but I hope you do...;)
Only Stacia Kane knows this story, as it was one of our early internet music discussions. It's funny and a little sad so here I go...
In the late 70's and 80's there was a great club in San Diego,California called the Spirit Club. It was Southern California's answer to decent punk club, when it closed in the 90's it was a sad sad day. I saw the Misfits, Danzig, Nashville Pussy, the Dils, Rank and File and many many more there! But I digress...
My career in the music biz started with me working for punk bands like Seven Seconds, the Ramones and yes..Iggy Pop. Iggy often needed to be shopping carted(read- so out of it you folded him into a shopping cart and wheeled him around) it was my job to do so. I seem to be the "who ya gonna call," when shopping carting needed to happen on a band member. Maybe it's because I am a fairly patient person, maybe just maybe because I had my own "habits" that made me more than a little more understanding than the average roadie..who can say?
On this particular night Iggy was playing the Spirit, he was more or less stable that night(maybe less..again who can say..) and my friend Tamra was coming because she literally idolized the ground Mr. Osterberg walked on.(a very very bad idea in my opinion.) It was post a most excellent show and the Iggster was lounging on a velvet couch slugging back shots of bourbon. I brought Tamra back to meet Iggy and Tamra was petrified, so I spoke for her.( I had a gin and tonic in my hand one of my drinks of choice now and then...). "Hey Ig this is my good friend Tamra, she thinks you rock and would really like your autograph, ok?" So he looks up at me for about 4 beats then looks at Tamra up and down.( she was extremely busty).and then up again..and said " Synde, I am so tired and my body aches. Couldn't she just give me a blow job instead?.." he didn't laugh or anything..He was dead serious! Tamra was shocked, and if I hadn't done what I next,did she just might have given him what he wanted.(.Im not here to appraise peoples character only to tell a story.) I was shocked! How fucking dare he treat MY FRIEND like that, soIi waited another few moments and then threw my drink in his face..called him a "fucking pig" and stormed out with my friend in tow..I can still hear him laughing as I left, when I think about it.
I went back to the hotel..but the next day no one spoke of it. No one ever spoke about it again until in the late 90's I was walking through SOHO in Manhattan and noticed a spindly guy coming towards me..He looked familar and had that tell tale circulatory system outside the skin look and sure enough it was himself. We laughed about that night, he brought it up by saying "remember when you threw that drink in my face..Yeah that was hilarious..you were so mad" HAR HAR Iggy..
A few minutes later we went our separate ways and i haven't' seen him since.
So that was that, I hope you enjoyed the story..
Comment or not..but I hope you do...;)