hanging with the rocknrollers

so i got a call about a week and a half ago asking if i wanted to be a runner for the rock band three day's grace.  being the hustler i am i said sure, sign me up.  the venue was the richmond int'l raceway and as one would imagine any event there attracts a very specific demographic.  let's just say there was an ocean of camo shirts and a lot of Bush votes.

i spent the day in the backstage green room area, an area that i like the call the 'circle of trust' because it's not the place for fanboy behavior (i really wanted a photo with eve 6 and the promoter said no).  i chatted with some of the guys from flyleaf.  i was donned in rockstar chic so i fit right in.  all these rocker guys were tiny and in girls jeans so i everyone thought i was a bodyguard.

the thing about tour production guys is that they spend most of the morning hungover.  you get there at 8am and you think "man this guy's a dick" but then by about 2p they are totally cool.  three day's grace are canadian and the entire crew and band were very gracious and polite.

so after buying a lot of beer and microwaveable meals, taking bus drivers to the hotel and going to best buy and target, the band went on.  after their set there was some after party at the canal club.  so three of the dudes piled in the backseat of my truck and their bodyguard marcel sat shotgun.  marcel was ultra chill.  marcel and i were rocking out to doggystyle-era snoop dogg and zapp while the rocknrollers discussed the dirt on the other rock bands in their tier of popularity.  apparently the bass player for three doors down got busted for vehicular homicide while fucked up on a veritable cornucopia of pills.  the bass player of coheed and cambria got busted for armed robbery of a pharmacy trying to score oxycontin.  jesus, what is it with the bass players of radio friendly rock?

even though they left a bunch of empy beer bottles in my truck, they were very nice gentlemen, and said i had good bro-vibes.  i'll take it.