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Friday, March 5th, 2010

That time we opened for The Replacements

I was in my first band. (Tragically named Bunkhous Jones)

We didn't know shit. I still don't know how we got that gig... Probably becaus we were the up and coming indie band in our little town (Pensacola, FL). Anyway...

Their road manager was an enormous prick -- completely abusive. And after we finished playing (the crowd actually loved us -- hometown heroes, I suppose?), we walked off stage and passed The Replacements in the hallway as they went on stage. As I passed Tommy Stinson (hair teased, eye makeup, coked out of his mind), I told him how huge of a fan I was and stammered something like, "You guys are amazing". He shoved his face into my face and loudly said, "I KNOW!" It was fantastic.

We watched them take the stage. The very, very first thing Paul Westerberg chose to do when he stepped out on stage in his dark red tuxedo/smoking jacket was to hurl his microphone+cord WAY UP into the light rigging, where it immediately got hung up/stuck. That prick road manager had to run out there, while the band kept looping the intro to their first song, and try to unhook the microphone -- all in front of a packed theater. He looked like a keystone cop. Paul just wandered around the stage -- profoundly drunk. It was transcendent.

So we decided to break in to their green room while they were on stage and drink as much of their liquor and eat as much of their high-end catering as was humanly possible.

The Replacements

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That time we opened for The Replacements

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