I started to think those days, whe I was young and soooo wild. I loved to spend time in backstages. No, I wasn´t groopie. I was friend.
I loved to watch those rituals, that every artist have before show. I just sat there and smiled. Then, show-time.
And wow, that live music, out loud!!! Took and takes me every time! Having a good time with friends, laughter, and music all night long!
In morning, sleep. Just to wake in afternoon to meet buddys again... oh wow, that was soooo awesome time!
I saw Mister Simmons from Kiss once, and we talked. Just that, talked. I had a chance to go to backstage in -87 (close enought?) I was/ am huge KISS fan. Still belong in Kiss- army! :D
But, just..talked. And that was so cool.
What happens in backstage, stays in there, too ;) I saw so much, but never, ever said word about those things. And not gonna!
Oh, my broken jeans, boots...tops...hair one big mess...leather jacket... music in my blood as hot as oil...wow... :)
On the road, that was my destiny, I thougth. Maybe, one day, still...it could be. Or not. Still, rock´n roll stays!