Dude From Offspring wasn't waiting outside, so his Manager went inside to check the lobby. He wasn't in the lobby. Manager went to the desk next, and rattled off a handful of aliases that Dude From Offspring often gives hotels. No one was staying under any of these names. He tried the Dude's actual name, which hit. He called up to the room, the Dude needed more time. Dude's Manager bought me a coffee.
(Things to notice/remember: (1.) These guys were both actually really nice. (2.1) The entity, the band that is Offspring has a manager (of course), but also (2.2) apparently the individual members of the band Offspring have their own individual managers as well.)
I drank my coffee in the van while the Manager helped the Dude wake up and get ready. They finally came out, around 10am. The Dude was wasted. Still.
We started rolling to the airport and Dude and Manager started making plans to "go fishing with the kids," sometime. The Manager brought up a few of his favorite Dude From Offspring Drunk stories, but the Dude wasn't in the mood to hear them.
We passed the airfield for private jets. Dude From Offspring pointed out the Singer From Offspring's Private Jet. I asked "which one." He said, "the one with the anarchy symbol on it."
(Really, really not punk.)Dude & Manager went back to planning. Dude said, "Hey, what tours do we have coming up?"
Manager said, "We're doing Japan in October, and then I don't think we have anything else until those festivals in December."
Dude thought about this for a minute, and then said, "Cool, I was thinking of scheduling some rehab, can you book me some rehab in November?"
"Sure, man. I'll get on that today."
A kind of peace fell over the Dude From Offspring then, he suddenly looked a little calmer, softer, less drunk. He stared out the window at the pretty fall day (I remember the sky: very blue) for the rest of the drive.
The manager talked to me about how enthusiastic Japanese fans of the band Offspring are. For example, a fan will get photos taken with the band in one city, then email the photo to their friend in the next city, who, the friend, will then print it out and get the band to sign it. The Japanese fans are mostly the reason for the hotel aliases.
We got to the airport, the Dude and the Manager hugged. They were on different airlines. I don't remember saying goodbye to either of them. I assume it was just "see you, man." Something like that.
Rider Review: B
Original Twitter Review: "Seattle '08 #Offspring bass player: Wasted @ 10am, saw band's private jet w/ Anarchy symbol (this is not punk), booked some rehab time. (B)"
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