In this Crazy Tour Stories segment, the alternative R&B artist, Christopher Blake, shares one of his stories from being on the road. You can check out the story, after the break.
Back when I was 18 I went on the road for the first time with my band. We were playing a show in Tulsa, OK (I’m from Dallas) and since it was our first time playing out of town we decided to book a nice hotel and secure the biggest bottle of Jack Daniels we could find. We were determined to do our best Motley Crue impersonation (without losing our security deposit). So in true rockstar fashion, we got to the room, hammered down a few shots and headed to the venue to load in and soundcheck.
After a somewhat blurry set and lots of fan fair, we found ourselves back at the hotel with a few girls. We decided to take rounds of “band shots” to celebrate a successful night. Now our drummer didn’t really drink since he was a “good kid” that went to catholic school, so we decided to make it our mission to get him f*cked up. Our bassist, now of Polyphia fame, decided it would be a fun idea to pour him a double every time we took a shot. And so the party raged on, shot after shot until the wee hours of the morning.
Around 1 or 2 in the morning, while the rest of us laughed, told stories and tried our best to get lucky, our drummer sat in the corner with a blank stare and a serious case of the drunk wobbles. During one of those momentary lulls in the conversation, he jumped up out of nowhere and interjected in a sloppy slur.
“You know what I love about Whiskey?”
We all turned and looked in slightly amused anticipation.
“It makes me feel like I can f*ck b*tches.”
The whole room exploded in laughter.
And he projectile vomited all over the room.
Needless to say, we did not get our security deposit back and he had a hell of a rough trip back home the next day.