To begin I’m no longer 22 (oh my youth), but this story is 100% factual. AND I know the first middle and last name of the musician I slept with. It’s kind of my thing. Even when I was being a whore after a nasty breakup and going through my trampage, I still made sure I knew the full name of all of my hookups.
This story has a bit of a beginning, before the good part happens. I am a scene kid. Not a former scene kid, because it’s not a phase mom…and I went to A LOT of shows. I also had a lot of friends in the music industry whether it was security, lighting, stage hands, sound engineers, recording studio owners, etc.
One night my girlfriend Rachel and I went to a show called Noise in the Basement which was a really popular weekly show that Baltimore used to put on. Her boyfriend Mike always did the sound for the shows so I had VIP access and was on the balcony that night with the sound equipment looking down at the show. The band was playing, the vibe was amazing and we were having an amazing time.