I met a lot of 'names' due to working on the road crew for BOC, but it would have never happened except for my best friend of a few years, a guy named Steve. I was a year out of high school, and working for Advance Auto order picking in the distribution center. They hired long hairs, and word spread fast. Steve got a job there after being discharged from 2 years in the Navy. He was a couple of years older than me, and had "seen it all, done it all" according to him, whereas I could only claim 2 beach trips for ever having left town. He always talked me into doing things I'd have never done - like driving up to Philly to meet BOC, showing up at the no entry exit, then claiming an acquaintance with Wiggly, one of the truck drivers to get us inside. Steve was a charming B/S'er, and in we went.
So it's a few years later, and he finds out that Little Feat is playing two shows at The Warner Theater in DC. He's now established himself as the go to guy in the valley for the best weed, and his high cash flow took his brashness to new heights. We hopped in his luxury Olds 98 and were there in 3 1/2 hours just in time to make the 1st show - which was AWEsome! Now we're hanging outside the theater trying to decide if we should get in the long line for tickets and see the 2nd show, when this fine looking chick comes up: "Hey, you guys wanna buy a couple of backstage passes?" They were genuine. We nailed them.
So we're backstage, just kind of meandering about, getting the "who are those guys" looks. Catfish Hodge is the opening act - horrible, imo - so we're scoping things out when Paul Barrere and Richie Heyward walk our way and Steve engages them immediately: "Hey guys, we're big fans..."etc and I stand by nearly mortified. But they're cool, and in a minute, Steve's asking them where we can all go to smoke a joint. Honest. And Barrere says 'You got some?'. Steve pulls a baggie out of his pocket [ which was superb ] and hands it to him. He unrolls it, opens it, smells it, looks at it, smells it again, then says "Hell, yeah" and the four of us head off and eventually ending up in the sound check room, but picking up 6 other guys along the way, 2 of which were Bill Payne and Sam Clayton.
With 10 of us altogether, Steve twists up a fatty, hands it to Heyward who lights it and nearly coughs up a lung, and passes it. While it's going round, he rolled 2 more, so 3 lit fatties are going round and round in the thick smoke. Steve just gives me a look, which I know means 'so how cool is this?'
The rest of the band starts coming in, and we have to clear out while they tune. We get thanked, and Barrere tells us to wait near the stage door entrance and he'll get us a prime view of the show. So we immediately hit the food spread, snagging Beck beers and cold cuts and such, and a few minutes later the band, guitars in hand, walk right past us as if never having seen us, and Steve hollers "Hey, PAUL!". He stops, turns around, his memory activates, and he's like "oh yeah, come on", but his eyes look like they are bleeding - totally glassed over, and he keeps saying, 'I'm f****ed up, man'. And you could tell he wasn't lying. We get just offstage, and he stations us over by Richie Heyward, who also is similarly wasted, but extremely wowed. He shows us a spot just rear right of the drum riser, a clear and full view of the band and audience, and we viewed the 2nd show as if right on stage with them. Oh, man. Two songs in, and Steve leaves, then comes back with 4 cold Becks. Great show, of course, but with a long middle of the night drive ahead, we left before the encore. But we got 4/6 of Little Feat wasted before a show. OK...I was with the guy that did, but still...how cool was that?