I have been asked to write an article about what life on tour is really like, as a musician and performer. I am not sure if I should really share this information with the world at large. I was told by older members of the band, when I first went on the road with them, “what happens on tour, stays on tour!” Meaning keep schtum my friend and shut the fuck up. Everybody wants to know about the girls, the good times and the parties, of course. The life of a rock star and does it really measure up to all the hype?
Getting Down with Groupies on Tour
In one word, yes. When you are travelling as part of a hot band and doing gigs that draw the crowds and the babes, the sex is dripping off everything you touch. Shit hot music makes women want to take their clothes off and rub up against something hot. The hottest thing in the room is a seriously cool musician. The vibe is sensuous and the night breathes upon their flesh like some hot tongue. Getting down with groupies on tour is something that has been going on since ancient times.
Dionysus the god of wild intoxication has been attracting maenads to him since before the Romans. These once ordinary girls and women want to rip their gear off and get down and tasty with something hard. Gotta say yes to another excess, is their motto. They have to prove themselves capable of wild shit that they don’t normally indulge in. They compete to get you into bed and do lewd and crude stuff that feels so good. It is reason enough to become a musician in the first place.
No names though bro, I won’t give details of a personal identifying nature. The sweat has dried on your body after a pulsating performance on stage for several hours. You and the rest of the band are kicking back with a few drinks and a few cones in your hotel room or backstage if it has a greenroom. Then the girls swan in, the scent of perfume mingles with the smoke and perspiration. Bangles jingle and see-through material beckons with cleavages exposed and thighs so high. Thoughts turn to bedroom linen and lights are dimmed. Rhumba takes hold; and something coils within springy and hard. No thoughts about tomorrow bro; the night is young.