Random Rock Encounters, Part 3: Bodyguarding Beck

In the Spring of '99 I had a rather interesting experience involving Beck. Here's how it went down.

A buddy of mine, Deano B, used to work for a company in C-Bus that provided concert workers. You know, to take tickets, stuff like that. He asked if I'd be interested in working one of the shows and I said sure, what the hell, might be fun. So, he talks to the folks in charge and they make the approval. Didn't know me from Adam but that didn't seem to bother them. A couple of weeks later I get the call - Beck is playing Veteran's Auditorium and they needed extra workers. Cool. We get there, are given the yellow T-shirts with Security on the back, and then a guy comes in to assign jobs. He goes down the line, grabs Dean and his wife, and tells them they'll be assigned rows to help people get seated. Awesome. They'd get to stand there and watch the show. He looks me up and down and says, "I'll need you in the back" then walks away. Shit. Dean looks at me and says, "Sorry dude. Looks like you're out at the back door or back gate or something. Sorry you won't get to see the show." Oh well. I took a shot, right? Finally the guy comes back for me and says to follow him. I do and we end up in the back, as in backstage. He says, "I want you to stand right here. Let nobody through this door." I look up at the door that says "Beck" on it and ask rather wittily, "You want me to guard Beck's dressing room?" And he sure enough did. Just me, who'd never guarded anything in his life, as the only thing between Beck and the hordes of lunatics wanting a piece of him. I stood there for a couple hours trying to look menacing, the opening act started, and finally some guy walks out the door - Beck's drummer. He sits on the floor across the hallway from me and we proceed to shoot the breeze. A few minutes later another band member comes out and sits down as well. Long story short, pretty soon the whole band was out there, including Beck and his three backup singers. I eventually sit down because they asked me to and I figured it was OK. The only time I froze for a sec was when the drummer asked me what I was currently listening to. I really didn't want to look like an idiot so I said Teenage Fanclub. I breathed a sigh of relief as that answer was met with much approval all around. At that point I believed, perhaps irrationally, that I'd earned instant credibilty. Eventually they all went back inside to get ready, and upon their return I was invited to stand backstage and watch the show. Very cool. To top it off, afterwards Beck requested that I escort him safely to the bus, which I did. Dude must have thought I was a trained professional or something.

Maybe the best part was later, when I met up with Dean and he asked how it was in the back. "Well," I said. "Let me tell you about it . . ."

True story.