rock stars who went back work.

Once he delivered my mail for a week or two. It's true!

**I saw Debbie (guitar player) from Curve/Echobelly working at a used disc store in London right across from the Notting Hill tube stop in 2000.**

She still does, Alex. It's the big Record and Tape Exchange (or Music and Video exchange as it's now called.) She's usually in the rock rareties section upstairs, where Epic Soundtracks also used to work.

James Williamson of the Stooges does something w/computers in Silicon Valley.

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"Once he delivered my mail for a week or two. It's true!"

It can't be all that frequent for a customer to ask a postman to sign something he hasn't even delivered....

Last year my old mate N* (who's a delivery driver) was asked to deliver a package to an address somewhere in Surrey.

So he turned up at the door of this cottage and knocked - and it was answered by none other than Bruce Foxton of The Jam / Stiff Little Fingers.

The ensuing converstaion apparently went something like this:

N*: "Bruce Foxton?"
BF: "Yes?"
N*: "Bruce...? Foxton...?"
BF: "Errrr.... yes?"
N*: "Bruce Foxton!"
BF: "Can I help you?"
N*: "But you're.... you're.... Bruce Foxton!"
BF: "Ummm.... yes, I know!"

On his return to the depot, N* was apparently asked to explain why he hadn't obtained a signature for the delivery and the only explanation he was able to offer was "He was Bruce Foxton.... Bruce Foxton? Oh, you know: Bruce Foxton!"

I believe N* got a bit of a bollocking for leaving the package without getting a signature but he still insists that his biggest regret was failing to ask Mr. Foxton to teach him how to play the bass line to "Precious".

His body (and the wreckage of his minivan) was later found at the bottom of a ravine off of Highway 23 in the Santa Monica Mountains.

-- noizem duke (dan...), February 2nd, 2005.

We all gotta work; it's part of God's plan.

(she was a drummer in an all girl band)

Don Van Vliet paints too, but I don't know what his stuff sells for.

He probably does this for bragging rights.

Big Paul Ferguson of Killing Joke is now an art restorer, specializing in pre-Islamic Afghan scupture (Ghandaran?)

Doesn't Jim Martin, ex Faith No More, now raise genetically enhanced super-sized vegetables (ala Woody Allen's "Sleeper")? I seem to remember reading that somewhere.

She's at Cal State Chico and spends time in her trailer out in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada mountains.

xpost: Milo is a chemistry chair (?) at the University of Delaware. I went to the same college that Milo originally went to while he was still there doing his PhD candidacy and my friend BB and I would go into his office and antagonize him to no end... hehe.

Wasn't/Isn't Greg Graffin of Bad Religion a professor at UC Berkeley?

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Amazing, if true. Just like that Bruce Dickinson story. Wow.

On the contrary, I find it inspiring, especially the many examples of those for whom a music career was just one chapter in an interesting and varied life.

And I think we can all agree that piloting an airplane is the more inspiring of *those* two choices.

And Pat DiNizio as an elementary Music teacher somehow strikes me as insanely cool. I'll bet the songwriters-turned-teachers list is quite long, given the number that come to mind immediately.

todd trainer (shellac) has been selling hair products for like 15 years or something.

brian mcmahan (slint) is now an electrician.

matt talbot (hum)owns his own recording studio and is a high school football coach near champaign, il.

wayne coyne (flaming lips) worked at a long john silvers for over 10 years.

adam pfahler (jawbreaker) owns his own video store.

OH MAN, you gotta tell some stories.

Also, Deniz Tek not only became a doctor, but an emergency room surgeon in Montana. He & his wife returned to Aussie Land a coupla years ago since she missed it. He's always talked about musicians needing to keep a day job, just to maintain some connection to real life.

Mike Lutz from Brownsville Station(co-wrote "Smokin' in the Boys Room" with Cub Koda) taught me bass guitar for a coupla years. Cub Koda became a rock writer, and wrote for AMG right up until his death in 2000.

so freakee when that happens. oddly i now live bang opposite the house that john mcgeogh (mentioned upthread) used to live in, in whalley range. small world etc.

You won't WITHER when you get the BILL!

-- Hurting (Hurtingchie...), February 1st, 2005.

I had a good chuckle readint this again ...

and still does, for kicks! its the smile on the kids' faces when he sells them popcorn shrimp that brings him back at least once a year.

You're laughing at your own jokes, Josh?

There's a lot of wisdom in this comment. I think a lot of people would have a hard time doing *nothing* after becoming famous, especially if (as most of the folks above) they never hit the A-List anyway.

I always think about Andy Kaufman, who at the height of his fame worked at Cantor's Deli and was apparently a good, conscientious worker.

There was a quote from Cliff Richard in the Times a while ago, in an article about (and whole-heartedly in favour of) extending copyright, in which he bemoaned the fact that some poor old musicians who'd had a single hit many decades ago could no longer earn a living off the royalties. Get a job!

this thread is depressing... dreams have been shattered

-- firstworldman ( ), February 3rd, 2005 4:45 AM.

again.