It was easy to start my London Chronicles talking about my favorite joint there, but I must step forward and start digging in my mind and bring back memories and stories. There are plenty and I’m not going to follow any timeline order but will write about them as they come.
I needed an extra push to recover some inspiration and asked a couple of friends which story they’d love to read and remember first, and they’ve both agreed this chapter has to be dedicated to the evening I met Dave Wyndorf.
For those who are not acquainted with him, Mr. Wyndorf is the leader of Monster Magnet, a very cool band which has released genuine rock treasures, and he’s hell of a badass.
At that time Monster Magnet were very popular after releasing Powertrip in 1998, which blew the minds of many, and it’s a winner album. I was lucky myself for attending an amazing show of the band opening for Rob Zombie in first row. What a blast!
Now it was June 2000. To be more accurate, June the 2nd.
We had been joking around about a waiter at a pub who resembled so much we used to call him the fake Dave Wyndorf. Dark long hair, goatee, not handsome but attractive, and sharing the same outfit style, based on leather vests and trousers and cowboy/biker boots. The main difference among the real and the fake was that the first was shorter and more muscled that the impersonator.
This been first remarked, let’s focus on the story.
Like I said it was June 2000. We had been having few drinks earlier waiting for QOTSA show introducing their new album just released, Rated R. they were playing at the Underworld, a very cool club, not particularly big, with 500 people capacity.
In the middle of the show Ben came back from the bar with a pint of cider and a huge smile saying he’d been talking to Dave Wyndorf, and we all started laughing thinking he meant fake Dave Wyndorf. Joe went for another beer and returned exactly the same, remarking DAVE WYNDORF was at the bar. I started thinking my friends are trying to make fun of me or something so I’m determined to go to the bar and see who the fuck is the guy over there.
I saw him, went straight to him and asked him if he was the real Dave Wyndorf, to what he replied he was Dave Wyndorf and asked my name right away. I said I was the real Toi, and he started laughing. After such introduction, the following question was what the hell he was doing at the Underworld in London, and he explained he was recording and mixing their next Monster Magnet album, which turned to be God Says No, and Josh and Nick had invited him to come over the show. Thus, we started a conversation which lasted about 2-3 hours, only interrupted by fans at the end of the show who wanted to take a picture with him…and me. I do not exaggerate if there are 15 pictures of me with unknown people and Dave Wyndorf. I tried not to appear, but guys thought I was his girlfriend or that night catch insisted on my posing with them. Completely surreal, yet very hilarious. And yes, he’s grabbing my waist hard in the picture.
Dave was having still water and smoked ultra light super slim fags, you know this Vogue style, the least manly cigarettes on Earth, I gotta said, and I was having Watermelon Bacardi Breezer (at that point I was sick of ale, Guinness and calimocho) and regular fags. I asked him again, and he justified saying he was recording and had to look after his voice. I remember he paid me lots of breezers and didn’t let me pay at all.
We started a Q&A conversation I wish it had been recorded, as probably it would have turn into one of the funniest interviews ever. He told me about his girlfriend, LSD as his favorite drug over any, admitted being a drug dealer in the past, we talked about music, things he like, he also asked me lots of things about my personal life, looking really interested…
There was an aftershow party and he invited me to stay with him. I initially accepted, always being conscious I had to work the day after and should leave at som point. It was then when I was introduced to both Josh Homme and Nick Oliveri. Josh! He’s so tall and overwhelming in presence and attitude!
The final scene was something I consider one of my personal highlights ever, in many senses.
After several drinks, a great evening, a pretty cool chat, I had to go. I was knackered and had to wake up in 4-5 hours to go to the coffee shop, thus I told Dave it was time to leave and thanked him for being so cool. He hold my hand and asked me to go to his hotel. I’m laughing really loud while I write this, because I remember I didn’t expected such invitation and this was like a huge WTF moment. Plus I was drunk and just wanted to sleep. So, I again expressed my gratitude and confessed him that “Dave, if I go with you to your hotel, after so many drinks, I’m positive I will throw up, and I don’t want you to see that. But hey! Thanks!”. Wyndorf took it fine and started laughing again saying “you’re a cool girl” and kissed my forehead (I swear), and I left.
And do you know the best? I was right! I went to sleep to some friends’ living close to Camden and when I took off the bus I puked in front of a Jewish school, and was scolded by a man on the street. And you know? I felt fine for leaving on time 🙂