Today's Blind Items - That Time This Thing Happened

Back in the day I was at this festival type concert. It was a strange mix of really big headliners and past their prime singers and groups. There wasn't any one big story that came out of it that could really be a long blind item. But, it was probably one of the craziest days I was witness to. That is the other thing. I basically had a day where I just happened to be in the right or wrong place depending on how you look at it at the right time.

The headliner of the show was this mother/daughter duo. Tough to figure out huh? Anyway, the daughter was ready to go on stage, but the mom was not. The daughter said, "She's probably getting f**ked again. Whenever she finds a new guy that is all she does." OK, shocking enough. BUT, it gets better. She is saying loudly while next to the parked tour buses. When she finishes, a window opens in the back of the bus and the mom wearing some kind of fishnet in place on her head is putting a wig on her head and says, "I'm not f**king anyone. We finished ten minutes ago but I can't get this damn wig on my head."

At some point during the day, I feel this tap on my shoulder. I don't recognize the person right away. You wouldn't either. Despite the group's catchy name and a massive hit, all of the good stuff in their career was a decade behind them at that point. Anyway, she asks if I can run her back to her hotel because she can't find anyone else to take her and she has to find something different to wear on stage. When she said that, I looked a little closer and did recognize her. Think of her in the Paula Abdul kind of style. Had a couple of number ones in a row. I said I would take her. She said had to be on stage in an hour. The hotel was probably ten minutes each way, so probably not a big deal. When we got over there I thought she would have me wait in the car while she ran upstairs. Nope. I had to park and go in with her and then when we get to her room. Wow. This was a one night hotel stay. It looked like an episode of Hoarders. There were literally hundreds of outfits tossed all over this room. Hundreds. there were another three or four wardrobe racks filled with hanging clothes. She says it will just take a minute and so I try and find a seat. She starts throwing things around looking for something she sees in her mind. While she is doing this she takes off all her clothes. Yep, right down to naked and starts holding things up against her body. I look at my watch and tell her we really need to hurry. She is oblivious. in her own world. Just walking around naked holding up clothes. Finally after the fifth time I mention we should go, she grabs an outfit. I expect her to put it on but then she grabs a second outfit but can't decide between the two. She puts on one and brings the other one. In the car she changes her mind and changes the outfit while I'm driving. We get to the venue and she says thanks and then walks 50 yards over to the stage, meets the people in her band and walks up the stairs just as they are introducing her. Perfect timing.

Not five minutes after this happens there is some kind of commotion and this other washed up performer who had been a teen singer in a group before heading out on her own to some success is beating her drummer with her guitar. Just smacking it against him. The guy goes down and she is not going to stop but this security guy tackles her to the ground. As in just like an NFL style tackle. She goes down hard. So, then she starts hitting him and the drummer she was beating gets up and joins in on the hitting of the security guard until that is broken up. Don't do drugs kids.

I saw this former A+ list country singer from a group that now runs a Christian label getting orally serviced by a girl who was probably legal but looked to be about 14. The guy was married at the time. I'm too lazy to look up whether he still is. He was always an a-hole.

Oh, there was another drummer. This one from one of the all time great bands. Sounds like something an inexpensive hooker would say. Anyway, he was trading autographed drumsticks for photos of women who would flash for him and let him take a photo.

There was this at one point barely A- list singer while he was in his group who is a celebrity offspring who was so drug sick that he would take long breaks during the songs so he could come to the side of the stage and puke.