A Night With Staind… The True and Uncensored Story

September 18, 2008 at 3:48 pm 13 comments

Yup, I figured I’d rope you in with that headline! I bet you’re imagining all sorts now – wild nights filled with endless amounts of Jack Daniels, weed, blow and, of course, sex. I mean, we are talking about the big bad boys of rock and roll (and the little erotic writer), aren’t we?

Well, the joke’s on you, baby!

I am speaking of the American alternative rock band Staind who, as many of you probably know, happens to be a major musical passion of mine. Several months back I secured a ticket to their gig at the O2 Arena (opening for Nickelback… arrgghhh…), then out of the blue on Tuesday night I received an alert on Facebook that they were playing a special gig at the Hard Rock Cafe in London on Wednesday night to benefit breast cancer. I couldn’t believe my luck when I was still able to get a ticket.

So off I went on the frequently unreliable London public transport system, reckoning on an interminable evening of standing for hours needing to pee and having nothing to drink and no one to talk to. Well, I couldn’t have been more wrong. Okay, so we had to queue outside in the ever-increasing cold till 7pm, and I was already panicking that I would lose a good spot inside because I’d need to nip to the loo the moment I entered the venue. I made the pierced lads in front of me swear they would save me a piece of floor, only to lose them once I got inside. It turns out I didn’t need them anyway. With complimentary pink fruity “virgin” cocktail in hand, I ran to the loo, did what needed to be done, and made my way to the head of the gathering crowd, using the excuse that I’m short to secure a place of honour right in front of the stage. I then proceeded to get comfortable and strip down to my Staind vest top (yes, the very same one that was waylaid in Denver the other day), using the lad on my left to hold my jacket and the one on my right to hold my drink.

As the Hard Rock crew came past with munchies (usually neglecting us poor sods at stage-front), a little party started up, consisting of me, the tattooed Glaswegian headbanger next to me, his lady friend from Essex (who was so kind as to buy me a bottle of Corona), and a slew of foreign students from India behind us. We had a gay old time chattering away, singing Staind songs, and exchanging names and emails. This went on for nearly two hours, since the band seemed to be occupied somewhere doing something (eating at McD’s?). Then finally at 9pm – the moment we were all waiting for! Alas, I forgot what it’s like to be directly in front of the speakers. Eh? Huh? What did you say?

I got caught up in the excitement of being up close and personal with my Massachusetts lads and ended up jumping about and screaming and singing along to “It’s Been Awhile” and “Outside” (two songs I die for) and occasionally hugging the headbanging Glaswegian, his friend, and the Indians in my joy at being there. (I’m sure there are photos of my disgrace in several cameras, including those belonging to band’s roadies). When the 50-minute set ended, requisite souvenirs were handed out to the audience, with the Glaswegian securing three Vic Firth drumsticks, one of which he gave to me, saying I “deserved it”. And it was definitely one the drummer had used – it’s generously stippled with the evidence.

After the gig, I went outside with my headbanging mate, who said he was going to try to meet the band. Having nothing to eat at home, I decided to hang about for the hell of it. Well, never did I expect to end up meeting the entire band, not to mention getting my photo taken with each of them. (I hadn’t even brought a camera – my new friends, who’d suddenly increased to include a musician, were kind enough to be my Alfred Eisenstaedt.) Lead singer Aaron Lewis even signed my drumstick. In all honestly, I can’t remember ever meeting a bunch of more down-to-earth guys who, at least from my observation, are refreshingly removed from bullshit celebritydom and really only seem to care about making art and taking it to the people. (Isn’t that what music is supposed to be about?) I only wish I’d asked Aaron to say hi to my bf on the phone, since a couple of people were handing him their mobiles.

Fortunately on the way home something prompted me to take the Jubilee Line to Stratford, for as I found out after I arrived, the Central Line had been shut down for the rest of the night due to some glitch or other. That’s the thing about London – you’ll be in a great mood, then turn into Jack Nicholson in The Shining when you can’t get to your destination. I often feel like I’m plotting war strategy when I go into the city, checking online that the trains and tube lines I need are running and that no one is striking or working on the lines… yet it’s usually in vain, since anything can happen despite one’s best-laid plans. Armed with drumstick in hand, I wasn’t the least bit concerned about my safety walking home from the train station after midnight. I held it clutched in my little hand, ready to use it as a prostate stimulator should any local yob take an unwanted fancy to me. Needless to say, I arrived at my door unharmed, save for the ringing in my ears.

Had I known how the evening would turn out, I’d have taken along a signed copy of one of my books to give to the band. (Wonder if they’d prefer Getting Even: Revenge Stories (Amazon US/UK/Ca) or The New Black Lace Book of Women’s Sexual Fantasies (Amazon US/UK/Ca)? I’m now beginning to think I should’ve had the rest of the guys sign my drumstick rather than playing favourites with Aaron. I’m also thinking I should’ve hit them up for a commission or, at the very least, be placed on the Staind payroll. Because thanks to me, a lot more people have heard of them. Hmm… Maybe I’m in the wrong business. I might need to have a friendly word in their shell-like when I’m at the O2 tomorrow night.

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  • 1. Mel-O-Drama  |  September 18, 2008 at 4:06 pm

    I am so jealous. I can NOT even begin to tell you how freaking jealous I am. I heart Staind. It’s Been Awhile and Please are two of my fave songs and I can listen to then nonstop on repeat.

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  • 2. Middle Ditch  |  September 18, 2008 at 5:34 pm

    Well, you certainly had a night to remember. Well done you.

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  • 3. Joy Leftow  |  September 18, 2008 at 5:57 pm

    cool entry. I like the links too.

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  • 4. Rock and Roll Mama  |  September 18, 2008 at 8:01 pm

    Yeah!!! This sounds like an amazing night, and good on Staind for playing a breast cancer benefit. So nice when artists give back to the communities too. Isn’t it great when everything falls into line so much nicer than you could have imagined???

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  • 5. mitziszereto  |  September 18, 2008 at 9:09 pm

    Yes, it sure is! And the ticket price went 100% to the charity. For a change…

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  • 6. Butterfly Temptress  |  September 19, 2008 at 2:55 pm

    Absolutely awesome. I am so glad that you had a good time for a good cause…and you shared it with us!

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  • 7. Amber  |  September 21, 2008 at 2:47 pm

    It sounds like you had a wonderful night! Except for the train, that is. πŸ™‚

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  • 8. mikecane  |  September 21, 2008 at 3:52 pm

    Of course, being out of the music loop, I have no idea who they are (stop hitting me, Mitzi!). But I loved the post. Your excitement came through!

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  • 9. mitziszereto  |  September 21, 2008 at 10:56 pm

    Would I hit you? I’m a very sensitive lass… (I highly recommend “It’s Been Awhile,” “Outside,” “So Far Away,” and “Believe.” You can find some videos on You Tube of varying quality (ie studio tracks v live recordings). πŸ˜€

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  • 10. Cathy Buburuz  |  September 29, 2008 at 2:15 am

    Sounds like a good time. I can’t believe you didn’t somehow turn the night into a bookselling opp because that is so your style (LOL)!

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  • 11. mitziszereto  |  September 29, 2008 at 9:57 am

    LOL, next time! I’ve now got a ticket for their gig at the Astoria in London for Jan. πŸ™‚

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  • 12. Jen  |  October 2, 2008 at 11:15 am

    Hi, Mitzi. I just love your blog. Staind is going to be just a couple of blocks from my house, playing in Columbia, MD, Saturday, Oct. 3.

    Jen Sardam from Facebook

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  • 13. mitziszereto  |  October 2, 2008 at 11:36 am

    Are you inviting them back to yours for a cup of tea and a biscuit?

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I write, I blog, I Mitzi TV, I network, I breathe, I get my name in the press... I'm a true Renaissance lass! My books include IN SLEEPING BEAUTY'S BED: EROTIC FAIRY TALES; GETTING EVEN: REVENGE STORIES (crime); THE NEW BLACK LACE BOOK OF WOMEN'S SEXUAL FANTASIES (non-fiction/survey); DYING FOR IT: TALES OF SEX AND DEATH (multi-genre); THE WORLD’S BEST SEX WRITING 2005 (non-fiction/criticism); WICKED: SEXY TALES OF LEGENDARY LOVERS; the EROTIC TRAVEL TALES anthology series; the M. S. Valentine erotic novels; and a slew of titles available on Amazon Kindle. Find me on Facebook, MySpace, Twitter, Flickr, LinkedIn, Plaxo, Tumblr, Plurk, Social Median, and wherever else I might decide to turn up!

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