I still laugh every time I remember being invited backstage after a Neil Young and Crazy Horse show at the old Electric Factory. I was 15; my friend and I stood there for a while, telling them how much we liked the show. Then we said good night, we had to leave. The general response was, “WTF?” “It’s a school night,” I explained. And we left. I thought they were just being nice to a couple of fans. It was years before I realized what the expectations were. Ha, ha! Even then, I wasn’t interested in sleeping with musicians. I just liked talking to them about music.
Walk on
