THE VIRGINIAN-PILOT
Copyright (c) 1995, Landmark Communications, Inc.
DATE: Friday, August 11, 1995 TAG: 9508100050
SECTION: DAILY BREAK PAGE: E11 EDITION: FINAL
SOURCE: HOLLY WESTER
LENGTH: Short : 36 lines
My goal was to bond with Courtney Love sometime during the show, whether it was through an onstage guitar lesson or a backstage party, but it didn't happen. I pretty much sabotaged my chances when I was snapping photos. She caught me curiously looking up her nightie and flashed me a glare that only Courtney could flash.
That wasn't my only traumatizing star encounter. When I ditched Moby to hike to the second stage for Mike Watt, I noticed Cypress Hill's B-Real chillin' by one of the many fruit juice stands. Because I had a press photo of the band in my backpack, I pondered the idea of going against my recently found anti-groupie attitude and totally selling out for a signature.
I busted out a ball point pen, strutted up to him and asked, ``Hey man, can I bug you for an autograph?''
Instead of chatting and exchanging dap with me, the unusually scrawny B-Real rolled his dark eyes, snatched my ink, scribbled on the photo and jetted with his boys. (I ended up seeing the crew a half-dozen more times during the day.)
Bummed by the experience, I was stoked to see Beck hanging out in the crowd with a dark-haired butter bean when Pavement played - gladly signing autographs for anyone who asked.
My whole day was made, however, near the end, when Sonic Youth's too-cool Kim Gordon winked at me. Maybe she had something in her eye, but I really think she winked. by CNB