Back in my musician days, used to check out tons of acts, and saw a bunch of folks before they were big.
Nirvana. There were maybe 100 folks there. The drummer in my band was a graphical kind of guy and had made up these “backstage passes to hell” which looked like real backstage passes, but had a pentagram and some comical text on it. I thought it was so cool at the time I wore it everywhere, and happened to have it at the concert. I handed it to Curt Kobain and he also thought it was cool, and wore it during the concert.
Perl Jam. Saw them just after they had formed; one of their cases said “Mother Love Bone” on it. Again, maybe 100 folks. Eddie Vedder climbed up on some structure at the back of the stage.
Primus. One saturday, a friend (the drummer in story #1) said these guys rocked, and we should see them someday. We happened to know they were playing in Berkeley that evening, and on a lark 4 of us jumped in a car and drove all the way there from San Diego. Truly amazing. Talked briefly to Les Claypool, who was very cool. They played with
Minutemen. Another band I wasn’t familiar with, but they rocked as well. Six months later, they were playing at UCSD in San Diego, so I went to see them. About a half hour before the concert, I was walking around the campus and met Mike Watt who was also strolling. Talked to him a while and told him about our road trip to see them earlier. They did a rocking show, and afterwards, he jumped off the stage and came over and talked a little more to me.
Smashing Pumpkins. Again at a tiny place, maybe 50 people there. I had played there a few weeks before. Billy Corgan had long hair and looked very much like Jim Morrison, and had that same attitude. I helped the gal (I can’t remember her name) carry in her equipment. The place had a low stage, and though there weren’t many people, it was like one big mosh pit. I kept thinking for sure the crowd would accidentally overrun the stage. Very cool concert.
Living Color. Saw them early on and talked a bit to Corey Glover before hand. I’ll recount the conversation for you:
Bill: Yo Corey, wassup?
Corey: Wassup?
ok, it wasn’t much of a conversation, I’ll admit.
Eric Johnson. Well, I didn’t meet him, in fact didn’t even see him. A gal I worked with told me about this amazing guitar player I had to see. She said he was playing at this sleazy bar. And I had played at the same bar a week ago, and let me tell you it was a dive. So, I didn’t bother seeing him. Shortly thereafter, he was all the rage.