| Author |
| Posted on 2009-03-21 09:31:43 |
|
|
|
|
He was friendly and as the lights went out sparked up a joint and passed it. He said, "Do me a favor, don't talk during the show."
Out from the upturned collar of his caramel-colored leather jacket poked a microphone, on his belt clipped under a long T-shirt an DAT portable recorder. I thought it was pretty cool. There was no internet.
No CD burners. He sold tapes through contacts at Detroit record stores to collectors.
Scott Weiland was definetly back on the Horse. STP sounded very trippy.
The first song ended and I was already baked and said "Weiland's gonna flip out tonight!"
The bootlegger put his finger up to his lips, turned and glared at me.
"Oh, yeah" I said,"don't talk during the show."
So I turned back to watch, we didn't have a word until it was over. |
 |
|
