Two Night Filter with a Chevelle

This particular story isn't just solely about what happened to me. There are a couple moments that were me specific, but it was more the experience itself that I wanted to share this time.

Back in 2000, it was announced that Filter would be coming to town. I was thrilled, I loved Filter, had a HUGE crush on Brian Liesegang, and they had JUST released 'Take a Picture' if memory serves. Not enough time for the song to go crazy mainstream, but enough time to know how much I liked that song. My friend Mary and I were all over this in a heartbeat. We got our tickets and immediately started sharing the news with other friends. We were met with some pretty disappointing reviews.

More than a few of my friends saw Filter when they had come to Portland for the first album's tour. They said that Richard Patrick, the singer, sounded terrible and that the show was ruined for it. So, now Mary and I, while still planning on going without fail, were somewhat apprehensive that we had just bought tickets to a crappy show.

So, the night of the Filter concert came. We were front row for most of the show as usual. I was waving my ollllllllllllllllllllllllllld school Nine Inch Nails shirt around (I has a photo of just Vrenna, Reznor and Patrick on it. OLD school.) Singing along and having a grand ol' time. What were these people talking about??? Richard sounds fantastic! The band is playing great, though severely lacking Brian Liesegang, much to my disappointment. I had to leave the front row when I was kicked HARD in the jaw by a crowd surfer in giant steel toed boots. (I am still missing a small piece of bone in my jaw.) When I was off to the side, they were getting ready to play 'Take a Picture.' I am glad at this point that I was off to the side, primarily because I could actually HEAR what Richard was saying. Richard starts off by saying Thank you to the audience. He continues, "Last time we were here, I was really sick and my voice was shot. But despite that, this show sold out in TEN. MINUTES. We are just so grateful for what great fans we have here that we are going to play ANOTHER show for you guys tomorrow! Just head to the back to grab your ticket!!"
I was elated! I ran to the back to secure my ticket and tried to get one for Mary, but they made it very clear, it was one per person and she would have to come get it herself. So, I waited til the show was over so Mary could get out of the front row and get her ticket. Unfortunately, by the time Mary got out (and the show was over) the tickets were long gone. We were pretty upset and disappointed to say the least. So, we headed out back, like we usually did, to try to meet the guys in Filter (or their opener, this little unknown band called Chevelle)

Chevelle came out first, we got to meet the sweet and funny Loeffler brothers. Years later, they would reach a greater success, but at this time, they were pretty well unknown. We hung out with them for a while before Geno Lenardo and Richard Patrick came out. I got my photo taken with Geno, but sadly not Richard. With Richard, I had him sign my shirt, to which he responded "Ohhh, that was YOU holding that thing up." He gave me a bit of a hard time but signed it without hesitation. I then informed him that Mary didn't get a ticket, but that there were girls in the restroom before we came outside bragging that they had gotten several to sell off.

Richard looks at me and says... "are you serious!?" in a very disappointed tone. Mary confirms indeed, she got the shaft for a ticket. Richard turns around, looks at a woman standing a few feet behind him, doesn't say a word... But she sees his face, throws up her hands and goes "Alright, Alright!" and walks onto the bus. She returns minutes later with a
notepad in her hand and starts asking who didn't get a ticket and taking down their names for the guestlist. She asked my name, but I told her, "No, I have a ticket." She smiled, thanked me, and moved to the next guy.

We spent a little more time afterward hanging out with Chevelle. I don't entirely remember why we decided this, but somehow I had talked the singer of Chevelle into writing my name across his chest for the next night's gig. It was all in fun, but I really don't recall how we came to this idea.

The next night rolls around and Mary and I get in without any problem and head straight for the front row again. This night isn't as crowded as the night before, as Korn was performing at another venue that same night. But this was okay by us, as there wasn't nearly the amount of giant sweaty men getting pushed up on us this time. So Chevelle come out and I notice that the singer has a shirt on. Well, so much for my name scrawled across his chest. I am only a little disappointed, as I was pretty sure he had just forgotten anyway. But then, the girl next to me points out his arm... down his arm written in sharpie, plain as day... "MICHELLE." I throw my head back and crack up laughing, he actually remembered!!! Mary and I laughed together and we continued to rock out to the show.

Then Filter came out! Richard was wearing a hoodie and broke out into the first song like an awesomely crazy frontman. As the show continued, he spotted a small child in the front row. He asked how old the kid was, I wanna say the kid was about 8 years old. Richard took the hoodie off his own back and gave it to the kid, it was a really cool moment. I bet that boy still remembers that moment like it was yesterday. Then, when Filter kicked into their hit, Jurassitol, I was elated. That was and still is my all time favourite Filter song (and video). Richard was looking out at the audience while singing and finally caught my eye as I was singing right along. Much to my surprise and delight, he kept singing with/to me for a good chunk of the song. It was totally awesome and made my night.

After the show, sadly I didn't see anymore Filter guys come out from backstage but Chevelle did. Pete and I had a laugh about the whole my-name-on-his-arm thing. Turns out he HAD forgotten until right before they went onstage. He saw me in the crowd, remembered our deal, asked someone for a sharpie and quickly wrote it down his arm. We had one last hearty laugh over this before Mary and I said our goodbyes and went home happy.

To this day, I still have fond memories over what a great TWO nights I had seeing Filter and Chevelle and how many memories I had from two short nights.

Penis Girl!

So back in about 2004, on the Metal Sludge board, some of the men were using pictures of naked women in their userpics or banners. Which had some of the women kinda pissed off. So, although I wasn't bothered by it particularly... I figured, I would get a little revenge. Because there's always a little bit of a double standard. So I found a photo of a really hot porn star named Kurt Lockwood. Standing. Naked. Holding his erect cock. And put it as my userpic and started posting all over the Metal Sludge board, where these guys were posting.

Now of course, the men immediately were freaked out and started asking me to take it down, to which I retorted about the naked women on THEIR userpics/banners and that if they get those, I get mine. It became a really funny thing and we all had a good laugh.

Later in the week, I was over at the VAST board. And I decided to make a couple casual posts as I hadn't been there in some time.

What I had forgotten... was that both Metal Sludge and VAST used ezboards for their message board server. So, whatever your userpic was for one board, it would carry over to the other... Needless to say, the responses to my posts weren't about what I said, but a bunch of "WTF?!" about my userpic. So, again, there were laughs as I explained what the picture was about and promptly changed it back to something more appropriate. I figured that would be the end of it.

But no.

Later I saw VAST in concert and met up with the band after the show to have them sign some stuff. When I mentioned my name was RikkiSixx, the drummer Jerry looks up and me, points, lights up and goes "PENIS GIRL!" To which I had to explain the story YET AGAIN, while my face was beet red as could be.


This was also the night I met my future roommate Kyle, who for several months after this night, had my phone number in her cell phone listed under... you guessed it. "Penis Girl."

Dancing at the Metro...

I only had to see one photo of Rachel Stamp to know that they had to be something I would like. During 1999, I had a lovely little hobby of going to Tower Records on a regular basis... and sitting on their little futon couch reading the imported magazines, Kerrang being one of my favourites. Kerrang was the magazine that featured the bands I actually cared about... Coal Chamber, Amen, Machinehead..... Pretty much all the bands on Roadrunner Records that the local magazines didn't much publicize. Anyhow, several times when looking at these magazines, I kept reading about this Rachel Stamp. But, no matter how great their glam look, I still wanted to hear them. So, I'd look in the Imports section of Tower while I was there everytime... to no avail. I finally found a website at some point that featured short clips of their songs. I chose one titled "Pop Singer" and within seconds of hitting play, I knew I loved this band. However, I literally only had about 3 songs to listen to and they were all short clips. So, my knowledge was still very limited.

Fast forward to April 1st, 2000... When my flight touched down at Gatwick airport in London, England. I was there to live for a semester of school and live with a host family. When they came to pick me up, they asked if there was anywhere in particular I wanted to go.... I told them I wanted to see the Tower Records... So off to Piccadilly Circus we went... Now, this Tower. This Tower was EPIC. THREE FLOORS of Tower Records. And on the lowest floor... there it was. Rachel Stamp "Hymns for Strange Children." I was floored. After so long of turning up dead ends, my first request of London was granted within an hour. I bought it and went to tour my new home for the next few months.

A couple weeks later, a group of us in our class were trying to find a club to go to. Using the Time Out, I was searching for clubs and found one that scored high with me. Metro. Cheap admission, cheap drinks... and boasted Thursday night music like Motley Crue, Aerosmith, Guns N' Roses and the Doors. I was in. Thursday night came around and we showed up a little before 10pm, when the club opened. We were handed flyers that would grant us the £1 admission. On this, it stated "DJs David and Robin Rachel Stamp" My heart stopped. I looked up at the person handing out the flyers and asked "Is this just their DJ names or is this ACTUALLY guys from Rachel Stamp?" She smiled and said, "It's really the guys from Rachel Stamp." I was elated. What luck! Of all the clubs in ALL of London...

After what seemed like hours, I finally spotted them. They walked in and couldn't be missed... with David's green hair and Robin's blonde and pink hair, they illuminated in the blacklight. At this point, I just was trying to find the nerve to approach them and figure out what on earth I was going to say... Finally, I yanked out the foil from my pack of cigarettes and wrote a note. Realizing it was gonna be hard to explain while shouting over the loud music, I figured this was my best choice. I wrote something to the effect of being from America, being a fan and do they have any shows coming up? I walked up to the DJ booth and handed the note to David. He turned away from me in order to bring the note into the light for him to read. As he is reading, he jumps with joy and whips around to see me again, a giant grin on his face. He then tells Robin that I'm from the States and I'm a fan. Robin tries to call bullshit, but I explain that I read Kerrang at home and listened to their songs online. Later, David played Guns N' Roses' "My Michelle" in my honor (as that is my real name, for those who don't know.)

Over the course of my time in London, I spent nearly every Thursday in the glowing lights of the Metro, hanging with David and Robin... During the month of May, I found out they had tour dates across England... I went to two of these gigs. One in Bedford and one in Farnborough. Which if you speak to anyone in England, are basically the styx. At least, Farnborough. The Bedford show included a little band called AntiProduct, with the singer, Alex Kane, reminding me greatly of Johnny Rotten in demeanor and appearance. After a great set from them, Rachel Stamp took the stage. Both Robin and David acknowledged me in their own ways (pointing and thumbs up) and I got to meet the lovely Shaheena Dax and the awesome Will Crewdson, who round out the rest of the group. Robin signed my cd "This hotel wasn't free..." which if you've been paying attention, is referring to the GN'R song that David would play for me at the Metro.

At the Farnborough gig, I didn't get to see them off stage and actually ended up being stranded there overnight. But it was worth it completely. When they were done with their short tour, they came back to Thursday nights and Metro... One night after, I was standing with David and one of the other Metro DJs waiting for our busses/minicabs to go home. The other DJ was talking about how he usually hated American tourists because they always just wanted to hear the Doors all night and never requested anything else. I stated, "But I don't! I request stuff like Buckcherry and GN'R!" David pipes in, "Yea, but I don't think you're actually American. I mean, I know you were born there, but I think you were actually British the whole time." Thus stating probably one of the greatest compliments of my life. As anyone who knows me knows... I'm a britophile. I love everything British and am part English in my ethnic heritage.

A huge part of my time in London WAS Rachel Stamp. I love them to this day and will never forget the amazing time I spent with them in their native country... When they came to mine... well, That's another story for another time.

I miss them all sincerely, especially David, whom I bonded with the most. I hope I won't have to wait too long before we hang out again!

a Valentine's Day delight

It was February 14th 2001... I knew that Unified Theory was playing at the Roseland that night, but I also knew that it was a 21+ show and I was only 19 at that time. My friend Mary and I were walking around downtown, shopping and what not. Eventually we ended up right where the Roseland was so I decided, I wanted to pop in real fast and see if any of the Unified Theory guys were there so I could at least say Hello.

Since the last Unified Theory show the year before, I had kept in touch via email with Chris Shinn, the singer. So, it was because of that communication that I wanted to stop in and at least extend a Hello since I had long since accepted that my ability to go to this show was pretty much nil. So, Mary and I walked into the venue and not only were Unified Theory there, they were doing soundcheck. So, Mary and I tuned in for a few and before leaving, we caught Chris. I got to say my Hello and he asked if I was coming to the show... I told him that wasn't possible due to my age and that my best friend Melissa and I were crushed, as we were both just slightly underage (Melissa being 20 at that time). Chris told me not to worry about and to knock on the Winnebago door later that night and he would take care of things.

I promptly called Melissa and told her that Chris was going to help us with the show. She skeptically accepted, even though her boyfriend and her had made Valentine's dinner plans. But he knew how bad she wanted to go and relented to come along with us (being the only one of us who was old enough to actually obtain his own ticket). We met up downtown and knocked on the Winnebago door as instructed. Chris came out and handed us two passes. Nothing was specified or crossed out, so I wasn't sure what it meant exactly... But Melissa and I were chilling in the lobby eating before the show, I saw a couple Roseland employees starting to head our way... I was waiting for them to promptly throw us out. But one got a look at our passes, stopped the other and they both walked away leaving us alone. I smiled to myself knowing that we were officially in. No worries.

When the show started, there we were. Me. My best friend and her boyfriend. Valentine's night. In the presence of a band we loved to our very core. It was a fantastic show and we reveled in every second that it occurred. After the show, we got to join them again in good conversation... I remember talking with Brad about Shannon and that new thing called Napster... I remember telling him that I still remember where I was when Shannon (Hoon) died and how devastated I was. I remember him relating to me what a beautiful person Shannon was and how it was amazing to have known him. In regards to Napster, Brad's thoughts at the time were... "I don't mind people sharing our music, I just wished someone had asked me permission first."

In the end, in all my years... all my Valentine's days... none have compared to that night.

an Introduction

All these stories are true to the best of my memory. I will not be sharing any dirt or gossip. There won't be talk of sex, drugs or anything negative whatsoever. I have spent a lot of wonderful times with my musician friends and the others I've met along the way. And those stories are the ones I want to remember. So if you're looking for dirt, you're in the wrong place. I hope that you will enjoy these stories, but they're mostly here for me. Because one day I won't be able to just recall these stories on my own.

I sometimes feel like I've lived a hundred lives when I think of all the experiences I've been lucky enough to have.....

xoxo
Rikki Sixx