I love the moral undertone of this story. You can still rock but you don't have to be destructive. Being sober and clear minded makes you fierce and dangerous. thanks for the good story Jizzy!
I was part of that scene. The crazy part of those days was seeing the Rockstar in person. I saw Billy Sheehan outside the Whiskey, and thought "Wow, he's short." I saw Jani Lane on a slow Wednesday at the Whiskey banging his head to some unknown band by himself. I saw Axl Rose roll up in a BMW, until some screamed "Axl" and he punched the gas and got out of there ASAP. I saw Whit Zombie come out at midnight on a Monday under a different band name and play a set in front of 10 people. I walked, and played up and down that strip for 2 years, and saw everything you probably saw. Our band got to the level as you put it, of the band that could nod at the door girl, and get in for free. Bands tried everything to get noticed, the crazier the better. What I could say about the Strip is it had its unsaid set of rules no matter what your angle was. A glam dude in make-up and high heels would stand next to a dude with an Anthrax shirt, and mutual respect was given as long as you were on that 1/4 mile of sidewalk. You felt like you belong, when you didn't belong everywhere else. What made it so unique was that everyone knew that, but you still fought to get noticed, and popular. If another band said you suck, it was a knock, and a compliment all at once. Make sense? You suck, our bands better than yours. Good Luck though man. Make sense?
When I share the same similar stories of Hollywood back in the day no one believes me. They think im exaggerating. But if you lived then and there you get it
These stories sound like the inspiration for the lyrics to “One More Round” off the Blackout record. Who was Vicky? Thank you for sharing these stories.
