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Any new groupie stories, guys ? :::digging through the files of my memory::: My introduction to the groupie thing was when I moved to Alabama. I was 18, playing maybe my third gig, or so, in the first real "grown-up bar" I ever played at. This pair of sisters was checking me and the lead guitarist out. They were kinda slutty-looking, but when you're 18, that doesn't matter much. They introduce themselves to us during break, and soon, we are taking turns buying rounds, and feeling fretty good. The guitarist leans over to me, at one point when they went for a potty break, and says; "These chicks have been around the block...I've got a box of rubbers in the car - make sure you get a few, and give me your wallet, so I can lock it up with mine, in the trunk." I get the dirty blonde sister, while the guitarist gets the brunette. Once we are back at their apartment, I honestly didn't have much of a clue what to do with this "experienced" chick, so she gives me my first little hit of coke, and once the clothes are off, she just kinda guides me through it. I'm about to bust a third load, when the other sister comes in unannounced, and exclaims that my guitarist has puked in the toilet and passed out on her bathroom floor. The one I am with says, "oh no...well, you can just sleep in here." My 18 year old mind was really hoping I was having a threesome at this point, but the other one got a blanket and a pillow and curled up on the carpet, while we went at it for another 15 minutes or so. When we were done, she asked me how old I was, and I guess she was kind of surprised. She told me "...well, you're way ahead of the game now, I've taught you a lot, tonight." Then she told me she was 30, and I must have shown I was kind of weirded out, then she told me "don't worry, hon...you did very good, and you don't have to tell anybody you made it with a woman 12 years older than you...I understand." When I woke up, brunette sister was cleaning her bathroom, and guitarist had cleaned up somewhat and was sitting out on the stairwell, obviously embarassed that he both hurled and didn't get any, as a result. The blonde sister thanked me for the fun and I returned the comment. Never saw those two again. Not a great story, but it's a great memory, as I felt like I had officially entered manhood at that point.

Oh man. I gave one of my female friends a link to this thread and she's not talking to me now. Terry D. Well, who could blame her? ...that wasn't real smart, Knobs!

Some months are passed since the previous video: we have worked a lot to improve our music. Work harder.

No contest-winning for you, yet, kids. Sorry.

"What is the (possible) meaning of this 60's hit song lyric?" The world used to be bright, enjoyable, and had meaning, but now has become a dark (metaphorically), mad, vaccuous, vapid existence. The moon has always had the connotation of insanity, sorrow, and mystery - King beat Pink Floyd to the punch by several years.

Didn't know this thread existed but..... One time my bass player and I took these two girls back to his place from a show. I thought he knew them, he thought I knew them. The next morning both of us asked "so, how long have y'all known _______"and thats when we found out that they were just randoms from the show. Yay. Another is this show: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=phwtA4vGCDk Someone wanted us to play "It aint no fun (if my homies can't have none)by snoop dogg. We didn't know the song but we didn't let that stop us. Anyway, if you'll notice there is some fairly cute girl in a blue dress dancing at me (I'm the singer) and a .... um.... larger one... on the stage who takes out our drum kit at 2:58 of the video. Anyway, they ended up going home with myself and another nameless member of my band (who took the...um....bigger... one). Well, in the morning I see that my dog has gone through the purse of the smaller one (mine) and I notice one of the things he has removed would be her lone star card. For those of you who don't know what that would be, it is TX's version of food stamps. Well, one person told another person and TO THIS DAY I can't go into that bar without one bartender saying "cash or credit only here, sir. We don't take food stamps". Heh...I've nailed some trailer trash, in my day, as well: http://acapella.harmony-central.com/forums/showpost.php?p=18122123&postcount=940 And there is an afteredit to that post. I did see that girl recently, in the crowd at a recent gig, and she looked like she'd "come up in the world" a bit.

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I once {censored}ed this girl who would always come to the shows 4 years ago, I was 20 at the time, and she told me she was 17, so I didn't think it was that bad, turned out she was 14, and I did a 14 years when I was 20. Haha. Fuuuck it. Umm...that's probably not the kind of thing you want to laugh or brag about, much less post on the internet, in this day and age. "Statutory Rape" I believe they call it.

Originally Posted by Delle_Rose The point of this? I'm way too snobby/disgruntled for groupies... even "groupies" who have too much self-worth and tact to be groupies. Snobby/disgruntled?...You came off like an asshole. Maybe she really liked your music and just wanted to pay you a compliment, and wanted to know what you were about?

Originally posted by Rich4Once Yeah...truthfully, a lot of groupie stories can be creepy. Scary, too. I hooked up with a redhead in Eugene, Oregon, and we had an amazing time. We go back to her place to crash for a while, and I was shocked when a man came in and woke us up the next morning. He was PISSED!!!! They got in a huge fight right there in the bedroom, and here I am starkus under the covers, going "what the {censored}!" and wondering how I'm getting out of this one. He eventually settled down and left, but he left her kids there for her to deal with...can you say AWKWARD? Hah...that reminds me of one. Probably around 1991, or so... we were playing at kind of a dive out of town. They brought a huge crowd, though, and this skinny chick is out dancing provocatively in front of me. She's really not my type, at all, but as I am getting some air outside during the break she comes out and chit chats with me. So okay... something about her is sexy, so I follow her to her ... trailer about three miles up the road. She does a nice job in bed, and I go to sleep a happy camper. I am awaken at 9:45 am by the sound of a big stick or baseball bat banging on the trailer outside the bedroom with a voice that sounds like it might be Buford Pusser yelling; "TAMMY LYNN!!!...I TOLD YOU TO COME GET YOUR YOUNGINS FROM ME AND YOUR MAMA AT EIGHT O' CLOCK!!!" I roll off the bed and hit the floor with the blanket over me, waiting for "Daddy" to bust in and stomp my guts out or blow my head off with a shotgun. Once he leaves, I quickly throw my clothes on, say bye to her and "hi" and "bye" to her three kids and beat a hasty retreat for home. Never did see her again, thank god.

bump...there's gotta be more groupie stories.

Originally posted by Devius Goddangit! Nothing happened! I'm still aways from true rock-stardom as arranging a three-some with two girls is this hard. Funny...that was going to be content of the story I was gonna post.

Anybody ready for another tale of debauchery?

Originally posted by way2fat We're talking aesthetics here. Indeed. I think bald is the most aestheticly pleasing.

Originally posted by way2fat I respectfully disagree, sir. A neatly trimmed goatee appears as a beacon, pointing the way to That Place To Which, Like Salmon, We Must Always Return. I've been down there enough to not need a guide.

Originally posted by Devius Well, suppose it's a matter of opinion. I like 'em shaved. +1 It's not the pre-pubescent fantasy thing...that's just wrong. I just like the way bare skin looks. You don't want her to raise her arm and see a patch of weeds, do you? Or go swimming with her if she hasn't shaved her legs? Same thing...I don't want to go down to do my chores and see a whisker biscuit poking out from behind her panties.

This is a worst/best gig, actually. Playing in central Alabama at a small nightclub. The weather was horrible...raining cats and dogs, and tornado warnings around the area... but my stuff was already set up, as my band had played Fri and Sat, and the Sunday nights were just me, solo. Exactly *four* half-drunken scruffs were there when I started to play. About fifteen minutes into my first set, the cops come in and arrest one of the guys at the bar for domestic violence. All three of his buddies leave with him, I guess to try to make his bail. So, I stop playing and go to the bar. Now, me and this bartender (I'll call her Blondie) had always had sort of a playful tension between us, but she was married to an unpredictable asswipe, so we didn't go any further than just hugs and cheek-pecking. Well, we sit at the bar for a bit, making small talk and staring at each other. The tension is starting to get really hot, so I go behind the bar to get some water, and as I do, she proceeds to squeeze my ass and goose me. I drop my glass, and she runs up into the closet where they kept the unopened liquor, her big eyes full of mischief. I follow in behind her, and she grabs the back of my head and pulls it to hers and we make out for ...hell I don't really know how long, except I was wobbly-kneed from lack of oxygen. I said to her "...what about your husband?", and she tells me that she is leaving him and had filed for divorce. Game on. She locks the doors and turns off the outside lights, and after some more face-sucking, I give her some extra credit homework while she is sitting on the bar ...then we commence to getting it on the edge of the pool table (front and backside). We never became anything more than friends-with-benefits, but that first night was extremely hot. She was the first of a few bartenders I wound up bonking, for whatever reason.

Originally posted by WonderMalcolm I see what he's doing... he's saving the best for last. Heh... I dunno...I am 38 now, and most of the wild stories happened at least eight years ago and before, although there was a nice little hedonistic, whoremongering relapse back in '02-'03, after my divorce. Some of the fun and crazy situations I reminisce about seem unbelievable to me, now...I mean I am a big ol' fat married guy, with two kids, now. Yet, the girls still flirt and talk to me (even if they are older than they used to be). I guess they will always like "the boys in the band".

Originally posted by brikus wow looks like you have a lot to tell. Go for it !!! That would be a really long post. I'll offer an odd and not-so-great story. I was doing a solo gig at a small pub, about ten years ago. There were two girls sitting at the bar...one of them was a stone-cold fox. After several songs she asked me if I would play a song for her. Just joking around, I asked her what it was worth to her. She mouthed the word "{censored}" and arched her eyebrows, at me. So whatever...I am doing my show with a boner from that point on...I finished the gig and loaded upmy gear...made quick chit-chat in the parking lot...sucked face with her for a bit and finally, I followed her to her house. Once inside, she starts acting all bashful and weird. Her clothes are off and she looks like something out of a porn movie, best body on woman I have ever been with, but she's real nervous for some reason. Well, to put it mildly, she was *really* awkward and shy in bed...one of the worst lays I've ever had. Come to find out later, she was just divorced from her hubby, who she had married right out of high school. A former bandmate of mine, whos wife was a coworker of this chick, said she was terribly naive and inexperienced about sex. Oh well...it happens to the best of us.

Originally posted by sister crowe Well here's one from a female concertgoer to you guys out there. Okay, I'm a pretty decent looking woman, I think (some would say hot). Long red hair, 5'4, 34-24-36, you get the drift. Do those kinds of antics work for every musician, or do some of you get a little embarrassed or put off by such shenanigans? You'll probably think this is a dumb post, but I'd really appreciate some honest feedback on this. Give the musician of your interest a note asking: "Are you married/have a GF/otherwise attached?...if not, then what are you drinking, honey?" Smile a lot, and be yourself.

Originally posted by Roy Brooks Any musician who plays his cards right can get laid as long as he can recognize his victims. No doubt about that. I think I am as hideous as they come, but I have still had more than my fair share of trim. I've been blown in the bathroom, done quickies out in the parking lot, between sets, sucked face with chicks who coulda been Playboy models, had phone numbers laying on my amp when I came back from break, gone home with women whos names I didn't (and never will) know. Can't complain...even though I also had a few psychos, "woke-up-with-a-wildebeast" mornings, and jealous one-night-standettes hell bent on "getting you back."