After the comedy show, I got to relax and enjoy the coolness of having backstage access at a rock concert. Yes, if you’re wondering, I am milking this topic, it was cool. I got to see the stage from right behind it and hang out in the artist tent. I had to tinkle, so someone told me to go around the corner to the trailer. I nearly opened the door when I looked down.
I nearly opened up Wolfmother’s trailer to wee. Oops. I found the restroom and came out to see Kid Rock getting a police escort in. I wandered back to the common area and was stopped by the staff. “Sir, I’m going to need you to go in the tent.” “It’s OK, I have an artist pass!” “Go in the tent, sir.” It became obvious that even though I had a pass, it was no match for the headlining musician. Oh well, back to the booze tent!
Kid Rock got a police escort. I got a ride from my lady to Lowe’s, then walked over. Pretty much the same. I ended up meeting the guys from Gojira. They don’t speak English well, so we talked about the weather in Ohio. I can bore people no matter where they are from. I finally called it a night, but I think I should never expect this green room ever again, unless I find some talent lying around somewhere.