|Granada Theater - Dallas, TX|
Despite the tongue-in-cheek name of this blog, I have only once been called a groupie – to my face, anyway. I can only imagine what certain friends and frienemies have assumed and said behind my back.
It was March 2004. I saw Rooney at a free radio show in a dance club. Myself and the four friends I went with made up the entire first row. (It was a tiny stage.) After the show, the club opened for regular business and between snide remarks about how young we looked, we bolted from venue and straight to the tour bus door.
By this time, my “best music friend” Mel and I had made enough trips to Deep Ellum in Dallas that we had our method down: if the fans were crazy, hang out in the venue for awhile and eventually make our way to the bus for pictures and signed posters. If we were the only ones into the band, bolt immediately to catch them before they got on the bus, otherwise we’d probably be left hanging.