Here’s some ground rules, to learn if you happen to be on the Lig. The “rock-star” and their indulgence is your meat and drink here. Well, lets be honest, your drink.

1. One thing the “rock-star”, even the simian gumps from cock-flagellators Cringe or Japanese Crying Eye don’t want to hear you say “I prefer the older stuff.” No, your disarming honesty isn’t a breath of fresh air, put that back in it’s box pretty sharpish, or you will find yourself so far removed from even the free bottles of Becks that have been languishing in the cellar, decades out of date, that the snowy tops of Class A Mountain that the cool fuckers are paying homage in the ladies will be mere chimera to you. Always insist that the new stuff is their best yet. In fact, it may well the music you’ve been waiting your life for. Don’t go nuts. Remain cool. “dude, the new shit is pretty fucking hot”. That kind of thing. Not “dude, the new shit, yeah. But why didn’t you play…”. Good god. Not that.
2. no musician, especially if they are still aglow with the stage sweat wants to hear the word “you know what you should do……” as a prefix to anything, from changing that minor to a major to calling their mothers. Utter these words and the party in Spirit where the Russian girls with their tits out carry the silver platters covered in coke will be CHIMERA to you.
3. Even if the once respected the musician is past it and now all he does is write moribund cock-fodder for the Swedish model he went out with for 3 months that’s just dumped him for another (more successful) musician, is slurring his words and pissdrunk back stage, even if he played nothing from the first 10 albums, even if every chorus in a 3 hour set went “I want you back, uuuuuuuulllllllllrika..” even then do not say: “you know what you should do, play the old stuff….” Or the gaggle of semi-naked mostly drunk girls that will be tagging on and that he will be too drunk to fuck, even those sad groupie tarts will be CHIMERA TO YOU.