Pre covid, it wasn’t unusual for me to be on the road between thirty six, and forty four weeks out of the year. That’s the life of a musician. We’re a very unique breed, in that our music comes first, and everything else is inconsequential. These are stories of my sordid, and sometimes dramatic, sexual escapades from the road. Enjoy!
It was 2007, and I had just turned twenty-two. We (the band and I) were in Pittsburgh for two nights, playing at a relatively small venue. After our final set, we played a few encores, and bid the audience farewell. It was time for several stiff drinks, and some much needed relaxation. Luckily, there were a ton of great bars nearby.
After thoroughy scrutinizing our California driver’s licenses, the bouncer was finally satisfied, and in we went. Jimmy, our bass player, and my best friend, found us a table in the corner. Our server, whose name was Kailey, took our orders, and returned promptly with our drinks. To this day, what befell me next, is still vividly implanted in my mind.