A story from the days when Joe "entertained" groupies:
"I had won tickets to see a Joe Walsh concert in L.A. at the Wiltern theatre. Backstage passes were included.
I talked my older friend into driving if I paid for gas.
We were told at the box office that they were no longer going to give us backstage passes. I was bummed. I had brought an album for him to autograph, too.
My friend and I decided after the show to see if we could sneak backstage. A huge guy with a red windbreaker refused to let us back, saying "You don't have a laminate. You're not going backstage."
We watched as two women walked backstage. I said, "They don't have backstage passes." He laughed, as my friend said to me "Those two things on their chest...are backstage passes."
- Excerpt from the San Diego Reader