Alright, the people who weren't there are asking for the rest of this story, so here it goes.
Short re-cap, I'm working for RHCP, via Flea I meet Regina (from NOLA), she's visiting/staying with Trent Reznor at The Sharon Tate murder house in LA, we have creepy times there and I ask Trent if we can have a party at the house, he says yes, cos he's cool like that.
I think the year is maybe 1992? Did I figure this out yet, I'm about 20 years old? Blood Sugar Sex Magic was the RHCP album, they were on the road, the weather was nice because we went swimming in the pool at the house, so I'm guessing late summer 1992.
At the time I lived with my boyfriend David who is an awesome person and my friend on Facebook, hi DAK if you're reading this and I think we lived on Hayworth & Clnton in a cool house or had maybe moved out and lived on Spaulding Ave, I don't remember. But at one point David brought home from tour Brian Brown a drummer in a punk band called Blue Bird from Arizona and he ended up living in the alcove of our kitchen for a while....enter Nirvana. David was in a great band called Mary's Danish, look them up and listen, I loved that band.
Ok, so Brian was friends with Dave Grohl who at the time was the drummer in Nirvana, who were really taking off, lol. Quite honestly and not to be all in my own shit, but RHCP were bigger at this particular moment, Nirvana still had a few more months to catch up and become the biggest band on the planet, it was really only a few more months ahead.
So we are all young, pretty broke, living in this house and now I want to have a party with a bbq and kegs of beer (cos I'm classy at 20) but I have no means to pay for this....um, I elect Dave Grohl to buy all the food cos he's the richest of all of us now. Brian seconds the motion, and Dave Grohl was in charge of food and eventually the preparation and distribution of it to all my friends. What a sport.
The party was great. The turn out was smaller than anticipated because apparnetly many people were freaked at the idea of coming to the house, I was shocked at that, but respect their choice.
Dave Grohl did bring all the food, steaks, burgers, etc. He spent most of the night BBQing in the back of the house off the kitchen, I can't remember how the beer got there, but I was happy it was there and of course drank my share and then some. Brian's band ended up in the pool, and I had the honor of introducing Trent Reznor to Dave Grohl.
My sister and Trent spent a good porton of the evening reading Helter Skelter at Trent's mixing board in the living room in the area that Sharon's body was found. Creepy.
My mom spent the evening swearing that she was hearing a baby cry and a woman's voice all night and says that it was Sharon Tate, she was on the other side and was with her baby.
I know we video taped the night, David kept the camera when we broke up, most likely the tape was taped over, man I wish digital cameras were around then, it would be fun to see it all again.
And that's the story.
In honor of creepy stuff, here is a photo I took today when the light was coming into my apt.
Oh a while after the party, a good while I ran into Trent at Dragonfly, I was with Ilan and Eric (remember that night? I have pictures dudes). He was a doll and said he would always remember the experience and thanked me very much for introducing him to Dave Grohl and having the party and bringing all my friends. I wonder if they ever mention the party when they run into each other at fancy rock star stuff....
