Liz Phair ( I actually made her blush. Don't ask how...)
Willie Nelson invited us onboard Honeysuckle Rose in Athens...
Johnny Marr from The Smiths ("Oh yeah, me and Chris go waaaaay back.")
Carlos from Interpol at the 40 Watt in Athens...
Aboard the P-Funk Mothership with George Clinton.
Not so much funk here but hey, it's Olivia Newton-John! "San-dee, can't you see I'm in misery?"
Which one of these is not like the other? Me with Public Enemy's Professor Griff and Tom Morello from Audioslave and Rage Against The Machine.
No rage, just Mraz. Me and Jason in Atlanta.
Rufus Wainwright shows me how to "tastefully" display chest hair in Athens.
Kevn Kinney from Drivin' 'N' Cryin'. I gotta get me a hat...
Lajon Witherspoon from Sevendust before their live DVD shoot in Athens.
Ummm...yeah...Blue Man Group was in Atlanta one night a couple of years ago and I'm still cleaning the blue out of my hair and that shirt.
Pat from Train. Here's a word of advice. Don't put bunny ears behind him in a photograph. Pat says, "Not cool" and makes you take another one.
O Hair, O Hair...won't you spare me over for another year. My God, what did that old timey music due to my head? I tried to get Ralph Stanley to explain but he never answered. I think he just had a wax dummy of himself set out for the photos while he partied in back with The Whites and Ricky Skaggs.
Something's certainly lost in Andrew WK's eyes. He's probably the most intense guy I've ever met...well maybe Iggy Pop...
Twista. What a super cool guy. We were thinking of starting a new rap duo a la Hall & Oates. Can you figure which would be the Oates of this group?
Joe Satriani at The Tabernacle. Yep...I definitely need a hat.
Everclear in the ATL. Looks like one habit was switched for another...(c'mon, accept your Almond Joy).
Hmmm...me with The Music. Can you tell this was a party?
Moby bites his lip in a moment of respect for all the butterflies and insects that have met their fates on the front window of his tour bus (or something).
One of my all-time guitar God heroes Ernie Isley of the Isley Brothers. He's actually slipping a guitar pick in my hand here. I have it on me at all times! So what do you think? Maybe not a hat...how 'bout one of these wrap things?
Okay...forget the hat. Charlie Daniels proves it can go WAAAAY too far. Out of the frame even.
Me and Craig Nicholls from The Vines (in between meltdowns).
John Mayer and me. My right eye was cool about hanging out with John. My left eye...not such a fan...
Holy Crap! That's Todd Rundgren. It was just us, Todd and Sylvain Sylvain of the New York Dolls backstage that night. Wow!
And holier crap! That's Rick Springfield. And honestly, Rick hasn't "done everything for you." That was really Sammy Hagar.
Wayne Coyne of the Flaming Lips battles the white confetti with me.
Again...my left eye is causing trouble. It's a lot more discriminating (too hip for its own good) than I am. I, for one, really enjoyed Kenny's set. We sat around backstage talking about the Violent Femmes and how much Kenny really wants to cover "Add It Up" but his band won't let him...
Who Can It Be Now? Colin Hay from Men At Work.
Really, this isn't what it looks like. Me and the Snoop D-O-double G.
Eddie Money holds on to me in Atlanta.
One of the coolest things I've ever been able to do. We hung out with B.B. King on his bus while he told us - ahem - dirty jokes. What an absolute blast. He also kept trying to feed us (like any good Southerner) because we were "too skinny". "Seriously, Mr. King. we've eaten already but thank you so much."
