STeVE's All-Time Top 3 of Ridiculous Poats
Jun 13, 2018 10:47:49 GMT
Post by Flat Transfer on Jun 13, 2018 10:47:49 GMT
#3: STeVE reminisces about the "good ol days" at the Strip and throws in another completely fabricated story about "working on a rocker's stereo during a party in Hollywood" for good measure.
These groupies from the 1970's, dreadful people. Girls with one goal, screw as many musicians as they could and brag about it. A few of them wanted to be "discovered," were hopeful songwriters, etc. but VERY FEW. Most just wanted to f*** musicians, the more famous, the better.
Don't believe me? I was there, were you? I can say that MOST of these girls were BAD NEWS, they were mostly underage parasites, leeches, opportunists praying on the rock musicians of the time. Oh, yes. The groupies went after the musicians, usually not the other way around. I wouldn't go near any one of them back then (not that they wanted me to) but the musicians were flattered, pursued and conquered. Another notch on the Groupie bedpost.
Yes, the musicians (most of them, of course not all) were for the most part sensitive artists, creative people who suddenly were surrounded by mini-skirted, heavily made up girls for the first time. Hard to resist, hard to ask for an ID when fake ID's were common. Sex was always by mutual consent. The girl might have been 16 and the man 26, that's against the law but it never stopped anyone that I knew, nor gave anyone pause. No one even thought about it. The bad old days.
Does this shock you? Would you be surprised to learn that this is still going on? It is, once again, I was there, not for that but I was working on a rocker's stereo two months ago during a party, groupies everywhere. It was like 1977 all over again. I pulled aside the owner of the house and asked him why he let those girls in. He said that his rock star buddies expected it and pointed out one girl that he said was "pure poison."
I asked him why he let her in his house then. He said: "Have you seen her? Wow."
So, yeah, it still goes on. These were not "hired" girls I saw there, no, these were groupies, just like the old days. Hangers on, friends of friends. The "rock stars" themselves were sitting in their full outfits (scarves, headbands, etc.) outside by the pool. When I came back 15 minutes later all of the girls were naked in the pool. I couldn't believe that this type of thing still goes on, naïve me. One thing, and one thing only has changed. No one under 18 was there. But I can tell you that under all of that makeup, most of these girls were barely 18.
And so it (still) goes.
Please, enough with the talk of rape on this really old thread, the moderators will shut it down (probably a good idea.)
Steve Hoffman, Jul 16, 2015
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Don't believe me? I was there, were you? I can say that MOST of these girls were BAD NEWS, they were mostly underage parasites, leeches, opportunists praying on the rock musicians of the time. Oh, yes. The groupies went after the musicians, usually not the other way around. I wouldn't go near any one of them back then (not that they wanted me to) but the musicians were flattered, pursued and conquered. Another notch on the Groupie bedpost.
Yes, the musicians (most of them, of course not all) were for the most part sensitive artists, creative people who suddenly were surrounded by mini-skirted, heavily made up girls for the first time. Hard to resist, hard to ask for an ID when fake ID's were common. Sex was always by mutual consent. The girl might have been 16 and the man 26, that's against the law but it never stopped anyone that I knew, nor gave anyone pause. No one even thought about it. The bad old days.
Does this shock you? Would you be surprised to learn that this is still going on? It is, once again, I was there, not for that but I was working on a rocker's stereo two months ago during a party, groupies everywhere. It was like 1977 all over again. I pulled aside the owner of the house and asked him why he let those girls in. He said that his rock star buddies expected it and pointed out one girl that he said was "pure poison."
I asked him why he let her in his house then. He said: "Have you seen her? Wow."
So, yeah, it still goes on. These were not "hired" girls I saw there, no, these were groupies, just like the old days. Hangers on, friends of friends. The "rock stars" themselves were sitting in their full outfits (scarves, headbands, etc.) outside by the pool. When I came back 15 minutes later all of the girls were naked in the pool. I couldn't believe that this type of thing still goes on, naïve me. One thing, and one thing only has changed. No one under 18 was there. But I can tell you that under all of that makeup, most of these girls were barely 18.
And so it (still) goes.
Please, enough with the talk of rape on this really old thread, the moderators will shut it down (probably a good idea.)
Steve Hoffman, Jul 16, 2015
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#2 Steve went to France, and puts an interesting spin around his shoplifting activities.
I was in a record store in Nice, France (on the Riviera, darlings) in 1985 and they had every mint original EP 10" of The Shadows on French Columbia in stereo (cardboard tags still intact and everything). They were behind the counter and I wanted them! Guy pretended not to speak English until he saw the name on my credit card. He did a double take and pulled out his French MCA Buddy Holly "For The First Time Anywhere" LP and begged me to sign it. All of a sudden he could speak my language. I was actually astounded and was glad to sign for him about 4 copies. He GAVE me all of the Shadows 10" disks and I lovingly carried them back with me to LA.
Steve Hoffman, Nov 20, 2012
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Steve Hoffman, Nov 20, 2012
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#1 Granted, he did not poat this one. It was transcribed from a video recording of own of his seminars (from 2007). Still, this is STEVE at his very finest. A private visit from Beatle Paul, to his own house no less! Imagine Macca and STEVE smushed together on a tiny couch for 44 minutes, silently listening to STEVE's shitty remastering from a 4th generation Capitol copy tape. Priceless stuff, me thinks
I mastered an album called Wings, Speed of Sound, Paul McCartney and had the most nervous time of my life when Paul McCartney called me up one day.
PM: “I’m in L.A. I wanna come over to hear this.”
SH: “You wanna come o..? Y’know, I’m mastering this in my house, you know..”
PM: “Where do you live?”
Like, already, my palms, right now my palm is ready to sweat.
SH: (sitcom voice) “Honeeeey, McCartney is coming over.”
That was the most horrible nerve wrecking afternoon in my life. You know, Paul… friggin' Cartney is driving up to my house. What is my good stereo? What should I wear? I was really nervous, boy, you know… He came in alone, knocked on the front door. We listened to the entire Wings’ “Speed of sound” album, you know, uh, “Silly Love Songs” and all that stuff. He sat right next to me on my little mastering couch. My side has a permanently sweat mark, his side is okay. I’ll never wash it again! He heard the tape, he said:
PM: “Sounds fine, you did a great job. Thanks!”
Gone!
SH: (weak voice) “Goodbye, Paul…”
SH: (sitcom voice) “Okay Honey, let the dogs out, let the kid out”
PM: “I’m in L.A. I wanna come over to hear this.”
SH: “You wanna come o..? Y’know, I’m mastering this in my house, you know..”
PM: “Where do you live?”
Like, already, my palms, right now my palm is ready to sweat.
SH: (sitcom voice) “Honeeeey, McCartney is coming over.”
That was the most horrible nerve wrecking afternoon in my life. You know, Paul… friggin' Cartney is driving up to my house. What is my good stereo? What should I wear? I was really nervous, boy, you know… He came in alone, knocked on the front door. We listened to the entire Wings’ “Speed of sound” album, you know, uh, “Silly Love Songs” and all that stuff. He sat right next to me on my little mastering couch. My side has a permanently sweat mark, his side is okay. I’ll never wash it again! He heard the tape, he said:
PM: “Sounds fine, you did a great job. Thanks!”
Gone!
SH: (weak voice) “Goodbye, Paul…”
SH: (sitcom voice) “Okay Honey, let the dogs out, let the kid out”