OH YEAH...
I just remembered that last night I had a dream that I played drums for No Doubt for a gig. I was worried about remembering the beginnings of the songs, but confident that once I started the songs everything would be fine. In front of 10,000 people, by the way. Which is exactly the same feeling I've had for almost every gig I've ever played, the worried about the beginnings part, not the 10,000 people part.
posted by Teodoro Callate @ 8:22 AM
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I think the important part of this, T, is "No Doubt."
I dreamt last night that I was still white but that I lived through segregation in the south - and the dream took place over about a fifty year time span. In it, I discovered that this was the origin for my love of soul music. And I was harmonizing and riffing around a piano with a couple of awesome people and I swear I composed some awesome songs, although in the dream I thought they were classics - it wasn't until I woke up that I realized they weren't songs I know. If only I could remember them because they wer GREAT!
Crotchety i say Crotchety!
just pulling your leg Teo!
My No Doubt story. I played golf with Adrian Young, No Doubt's drummer during the Golf Outing That I've Promised To Never Mention Again. Anyway, on that fateful day, I won the "closest to the hole" competition by hitting one within 10 feet on a par 3. Now, the deal with that is that Adrian is a freakin' awesome golfer. After the round when we were on the "19th hole" and going over the day, he picks up the flag with my name on it for being closest to the pin. He says, "Boner?! Who the hell is Boner!?" I am about to be mocked by a rock star. Meekly, but with confidence, I say, "That's me." He says, "DUDE! Did you get made fun of a bunch as a kid?" I say with a wink: "Yep. And sometimes as an adult, too."
I made rock stars laugh.
Ialsopartiedattommyleeshouseandjammedwithstewartcopelandcauseheplayedguitarandisatdownandjammedwithhimforfiveminutes.
But I don't talk about that anymore.
You should talk about it! I will if you will! Movie stars, no rock stars tho. If Baldwins count.
Bets, are you trying to tell me that you don't know The Story? That can't be. It's like the second story out of my mouth...or was for a long time...after I meet people. I don't say it anymore 'cause people really got sick of it and I don't blame 'em. Though I've broken the rule and brought out the story about how I jammed with Steward Copeland on Tommy Lee's drumset in Tommy's living room under the sex swing while Mick Fleetwood watched and other rock stars were hanging. And then I stole Tommy Lee's rubber ducky. I left 20 minutes before the cops arrived and frisked everyone, which means that I was 20 minutes away from having Tommy Lee's rubber ducky put on the hood of a cop car while Tommy's bodyguard watched. I'm thinking the result would have been bad.
True story.
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