Studying architecture with Roger Waters and Nick Mason. Embarrassing stories? Impossible! Except myself maybe.

Andrew W.K.

jimmy page/slash

Bruce Springsteen, all the way.

hanging out with Joey Ramone instead of attending school

Goin to them socials with John & Paul.

mmm…

I don’t know…

virtually every rock star must have at least one really embarassing moment/story
that I’d probably would like to witness…

so let’s see…

wait! I know…

I would have loved to be there when Alexi Laiho went to elementary/high school.

I have the feeling he must have been a really interesting person to hang out with, and then, he must have had a lot of crazy moments when he was growing up.

In what Universe is this Alexi Laiho person a rock star?

skipping school with sid vicous and kurt cobain

i woulda done john legend behind the dumpsta yeah man

Pete Doherty so I could get him to stay focused on poetry instead of drugs, then we’d play acoustic guitar and make up songs outside the gym with a fedora in front of us for donations.

Hangin out with Madonna behind the ball field, we got busted while she was tea baggin’ me

I’m skipping school and sharing a bottle of JACK with SLASH!!

getting baked with Anthony Kiedis during class

ride the bus with paul and george, partying with all the beatles befored they were famous

Pete Townshend,pure Shepard’s Bush enjoyment!

hanging with nick drake…smoking and playing geetar. also would like to hang with jonsi from sigur ros. and love to hung up with the members of godspeed you black emperor.

kurt cobain hands down

sniffin’ glue in the art room with the Gallagher brothers for sure…

getting wrecked with jeff tweedy and jay farrar

Sit around all afternoon drinking beer with Paul Westerberg.

A tie between Lenny Kravitz,John McCrea,Ben Folds,and Alanis Morrisette.Lenny Kravitz and I can talk about letting love rule(pun!),teach me how to stay EVEN MORE fly and how to play a solid guitar(plus possibly hooking up with Lisa Bonet).John Mc Crea can be my study buddy in english class.In our free time we converse about our love for hip hop,deadpan lyrics,and fisherman hats.Ben Folds and I can use our class clown tactics in a couple classes we share with each other,and he could teach me how to beat the ish out of a piano and still make it sound distinctive.And last but not least,Alanis Morrisette.We can hang during open lunch at Baja Fresh and talk about classic Nickelodeon(particularly “You Can’t Do That On Television” since that’s what partially made her a star)and be teammates on the coed touch football team(”wink”!).So overall,it would be a happening experience.

Me and Johnny Thunders, having huge stoned orgies with needles hanging out of our arms.

getting smashed with Jim Morrison and Kurt Cobain, hands down…and you know if Dave Grohl wants to come along…

gettin stoned and jammin some bluegrass with a beardless Jerry Garcia.

Getting absolutely smashed with Bob Marley while singing “No Woman No Cry” sitting on the beach in Hawaii.
That’s not embarrasing, but it sounds like the life.

Looking at Playgirl with Clay Aiken, eating moon pies with Ruben Studdard, using food stamps with Fantasia, going to Wal-Mart with Kelly Clarkson, puking up recent meals with Carrie Underwood, etc. etc. American Idol is the worst thing to happen to music since MTV. Vote For the worst.

hanging out on a bonfire singing with eddie vedder, shanon hoon, jack johnson and ben harper… yeah!!

Well I remember hangin’ with Iggy Pop back in Ann Arbor, he was always a bad ass even back then. There was this one time though, I shouldn’t even say it, he swore me to secrecy but, he let a cheerleader give him head behind the school dumpster.

15 years ago, Josh Homme and I were jamming, and he got the idea to plug his guitar and pedals into a bass amp and crank it up to 11. We went deaf for a week.

I’d go back in time to when Jack Black and I were both little kids and I went to K-Mart with him and his Mommy to buy his first pair of red one-piece pajamas.

Even now it’s uncomfortable to relate… Bob Dylan’s #1 Dream was to be a CPA. Forget the jazz about the teen malcontent–no leather jacket,no motorbike,no visions of a compelling destiny tormented by restless genius. Albert Goldman made up that shit. A plastic pocket protector and a sensible career plan were Bobby’s treasures. Many was the time I had to refuse to come across in the family Buick unless he would accept the rock and roll lifestyle for which I just knew he was perfectly suited. He just wouldn’t budge. The truth was that he was willing to do without even wanton teen sex rather than compromise his dream. Of course,later,this all changed. He was bedeviled and manipulated by personalites stronger than his own to betray himself and to become the Voice of His Generation. The bitterness has never left him…

Hanging out with Keith Moon in his basement, playing drums, and getting hit by the first tom he ever threw.