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After the last song, Scott wrecked the drum set and tried to knock down the bassist's amp setup before the bassist stopped Scott.

The lost look that Scott had the entire night

At one point Scott said he was "blue" and walked to the far left of the stage to grab one of the blue stage lights. He then held it up to his face for about two minutes without saying a word, just held the light up under his face. It was very odd...

Favorite moment: Leaving

Eight Foot Manchild wrote:

Eight Foot Manchild wrote:That's a general trade secret, for anyone who cares: If you can walk with confidence and look like you belong, you can get in ANYWHERE.

I feel the need to elaborate on this.

I can't tell you how many gigs I've gone to where the entrance requirements consisted entirely of saying "I'm here for the load in/load out/run crew/etc." to some seventeen year-old, Harry Potter-looking pipsqueak in a blue jacket. No ID asked for, no supervisor checked with, nothing.

It's that easy to get into literally any kind of venue you can think of, from small clubs to football arenas. Just say it with confidence, and be sure to walk around like you own the place once you get inside - try not to look bewildered. No one will fuck with you.

Props help, too. If you have a tool belt, you are unstoppable, but something as innocuous as a cup of Dunkin Donuts coffee is enough to plant the psychological seed in a security guard's mind - "aha, that guy clearly belongs here, he's walking with purpose" - that will allow you to roam freely.

I theorize that part of the problem is the bystander effect. A lot of venues, especially big ones, have so many different crews of people - local crew, road crew, stadium staff, various production teams, vendors, etc. - that any time someone doesn't recognize you, they assume you're part of a team they're not familiar with.

I just hope terrorists aren't aware of how staggeringly easy it is to go wherever the fuck you please in this country.

\m/Johnny\m/ wrote:I pray to one day see Scott Weiland on Celebrity Rehab puking, crying, and throwing lawn furniture, only to relapse and become the first participant to ever OD and die on camera. Sadly, this will never happen as long as douchebags keep paying money to see him live. I heard an interview where Slash was asked about how big of a druggie prima donna Axl was, and Slash said he was nothing compared to Scott. I hate that jimmy buffet fan so much.

riley-o wrote:penis fingers