Some of this stuff is known to long-time readers who read my Rock of Love posts, but some of it is not.  I’ll try to be brief with the backstory.

Donna (my wife for those of you who found this through a search engine) used to run with a crew of girls back in the 80s.  One of the bands they followed all over the country was Poison.  None of these girls were groupies.  They called themselves “professional fans” meaning they loved the bands but would NOT blow roadies or sleep with tour managers for passes, etc.  They didn’t even sleep with band members.  They either got passes and free tickets by being friends with people or they didn’t get them at all.  It was a point of pride that none of them were groupies.  They had a code of conduct and everything.

Years go by.  Some of the girls stayed in touch and still went to shows with each other.  Often, actually.  Fast forward to 2001.  Donna was in a brief period of health between the shit of 2000 and the shitstorm that was to come (we didn’t know the shitstorm was coming, but that’s not important to this story).  She was going to a few shows in the Northeast with some members of the old crew.  One of them was Poison, in Saratoga at SPAC.  They were all members of the various fan clubs, knew tons of people on the tour, etc.  Donna’s best friend Danielle even had a Poison laminate.  Not a pass, a fucking laminate.  That’s as good as being crew.  All access and shit.  She was the absolute top of the food chain of the non-whore fans.  In fact she came first in the eyes of many of the crew and band even before some of the groupies that put out.

Danielle drove the crew to this concert.  Danielle always drives.  She never flies (massive, crippling phobia about it), and she always drives everyone else in her car.  The few shows I went to with Danielle (mostly wrestling shows when we were getting comped front row seats!) she drove...and *I* usually drive.  But not if Danielle is going.  Danielle drives.  This is important later.

Now, as can happen, one of the girls got close to Rikki and became his regional piece of ass. Not right away, mind you.  Before the events of this night they had not slept together.  She thought this was a relationship, but I mean, she was young and he was a Massively Important Rock Star™.  It’s easy to get blinded to reality in that kind of situation.  She was NOT groupie-ing her way around or anything.  They knew each other forever and a day.  Rikki decided that he was going to put her in the rotation.  She thought it was True Love™.  Let’s call her Rikki’s Girl.  Not her real name, obviously but she doesn’t know this story, and in the effort of trying to spare her feelings I hope that little ruse keeps her from finding it on Google.  I doubt it, but hey, if you are reading this, Rikki’s Girl, please know that everyone was only trying to keep you from feeling even worse.  Your only mistake here was trusting him.

The setting: Saratoga Performing Arts Center, Saratoga Springs, New York.  It’s post-show, and Donna, Danielle and Rikki’s Girl are waiting to get backstage and see the band.  if you’ve ever done that, you know the drill.  It’s a lot of sitting around waiting fro them to shower, or drink, or masturbate or whatever rockers do to decompress before the meet and greet segment of the evening.  It’s usually a room filled with the same faces all the time - differing usually only by geography, each area has a crew of regulars and friends - and some staff to keep an eye on them.  This crew, headed up by Danielle, is known to *everyone*.  I mean every crew member and manager and band member knows when these fans are in the building.

More backstory: Rikki’s Girl has been having issues with Rikki for some time and is emotional as fuck.  The specifics escape me, but I’m sure Donna will comment and fill in what I am missing.

Big John, the same one from the TV show, comes into the waiting area and tells Donna, my wife, that Rikki wants to see her.  Alone.  She’s very confused by this.  This is what they call a “summoning” and cannot be good.  Rikki’s Girl is *right there* and Rikki - and John - know this.  Donna tries to beg off, but John is insistent.  Rikki’s Girl gets really huffy and says “Have a good time.” Dripping with sarcasm and also pain, as it is she who is supposed to be “summoned.” Rikki’s Girl is pretty much dating Rikki at this point, and in her mind she’s damn near engaged.  Remember, they have NOT slept together yet.

Donna walks through the halls telling John she doesn’t want to go, she’s not comfortable with this, etc.  She never says “Please get me out of this” but John picks up on the vibe *immediately* and tells her reassuringly to not worry, everything will be OK.

She enters Rikki’s private room.  The way she tells it, it was a ridiculous site.  Some sort of almost Roman setup with two huge white couches and the room all decked out, and Rikki draped over the sofa like he was some sort of emperor/sex god.

Big John doesn’t leave the doorway.  That’s clue number one that something isn’t right.  John works for the band, sure, but he’s Bret’s guy, not Rikki’s.  He doesn’t take orders from anyone easily, but especially not from anyone who isn’t Bret.  Rikki shoots him some “Fuck off” looks and John just stands there, pretending to investigate thin air.

Donna is on one couch, and Caligula Rocket the other.  He starts macking on her.  Trying the smooove rocker talk and whatnot.  She waves her wedding ring at him and shoots John a look.  Rikki eventually slithers over to her couch and Donna starts backing away.  I know I am missing huge swaths of the sleazy nature of Rikki’s behavior, but I know Donna will fill this stuff in later.  I know she talked at length about how slimy and sleazy he was and how he made her skin literally crawl, and how she was utterly and completely grateful to Big John for never leaving the room.  Suffice it to say Rikki was a pressure machine.  He’s quite clearly the type to badger and berate and cajole and push until you are worn down and just say “yes.” in order to get out of there before the sun rises.

He’s also never spent time alone in a room with Donna before.  He doesn’t know that her boobs may be made of silicone and she may be a hottie who looks like the type you can manipulate, but her spine is made of case-hardened steel, and when she decides something isn’t going to happen, you better be prepared to move the earth three feet to the left and go the fuck around if she’s in your way, because she’s not moving.

At this point she launches into a full-on lecture about how Rikki is mistreating Rikki’s Girl and exactly, step-by-step, how he is going to god-damned well rectify this situation, oh and by the way he should be ashamed of the shit he just tried to pull.  John is doing whatever he can to not laugh.

The entire time, he keeps taking smallish steps toward the couch and not backing up.  Step, stand, watch.  Step, stand, watch.

At this point Rikki knows that this is not going how he planned.  He starts asking what he’s supposed to do about Rikki’s Girl and Donna turns into relationship counselor.  Somehow the conversation also includes a brief incident between security and Danielle.  Remember, Danielle has a laminate.  She’s one of the trusted.  A real friend of the band, and not someone that can be fucked with by stadium or even the band’s security.  Big John seizes this opportunity to move right up next to the couch and whip out his notebook, taking down the details of what happened, who fucked with Danielle, etc.  Then he stand there.  Right there.  And doesn’t step back.

Donna closes with telling Rikki that he’s going to call Rikki’s Girl in and he’s going to talk to her and work shit out

A few minutes later and John escorts Donna back to the waiting area.  She’s pissed at Rikki’s Girl from that “have a good time” line, mainly because she thinks that Rikki’s Girl should know her better than to assume that A. She would cheat on me, and B. That she would screw Rikki knowing that Rikki’s Girl was emotionally involved with him.  However, she decides that now is not the time.  When Rikki’s Girl asks what happened, Donna knew that if she told her, this girl was going into full meltdown.  Instantly a whole story sprang from her lips, one that excised the sleazy moves he put on her. Instead Donna said that they talked about Rikki’s Girl (sort of true) and he was asking Donna’s advice on how to patch things up and so forth (less true but not entirely false) and he was going to call for her any minute now.

Tears clear up.  Sniffling slows down.  Emotional breakdown averted.  John comes in and gets Rikki’s Girl.  They don’t see her for frigging hours after that.  Remember; Danielle drives.  So she;s Rikki’s Girl’s ride home. 

Donna calls me at some ungodly hour of the night to tell me all about the evening and bitch about Rikki’s Girl making them all wait.  I don’t remember how long we were on the phone but it was forever.  I told them that after so many hours she’d forfeited her right to her ride sticking around.  The venue kicked them out for fuck’s sake!  They’re waiting in the SPAC parking lot like idiots while Rikki’s Girl is getting to know Rikki’s birth name.  I mean, I know when you are going to shows with a crew that you never leave a man behind, but there are limits, and making someone sit in a parking lot until three or four in the fucking morning or whatever it was, that’s over the line IMHO.

But they waited for her.

So we’re on the phone and the tour buses roll up.  All of them.  Straight up to Danielle’s car.  Donna says to me on the phone “I gotta go.  The tour buses just pulled up to the car.” Well shit on me...that’s something you don’t hear every day.

Rikki and Bret travel on the same bus - or did then anyway - and that bus pulls up right next to the car and Rikki’s Girl pops out.  Turns out Rikki was just going to send her packin’ after the reaming, but Bret was pretty insistent that they not leave her to wander around looking for the car.  He volunteered the bus to drive her around until they found Danielle & Donna.  Sometimes he’s not a douche bag.  It really didn’t cost Bret any effort or anything, but still, it was a hell of a lot better treatment than Rikki was giving Rikki’s Girl, so that has to count for something.

They made her sit in the trunk part (it was a mid-sized SUV) the whole way home as punishment.  ;)

To this day, Rikki’s Girl has no idea that Rockett put the moves on Donna just minutes before she finally slept with him.  She did get something that night to keep forever, aside from her memory of the event though.  An STD..

So...that’s why I believe that Rikki Rockett is the type to push and push and potentially *take* sex when he wants it.  He uses women, and I have no doubt that he would take totally advantage of a young, star-stuck girl by getting her drunk off her ass and then basically date-raping her.  I have no doubt he would pull all those physical moves to block someone from leaving his hotel room: the arm grab, the “stand in the doorway” block, the whole thing.  I can see him pushing and pushing at ever step, hearing the word “No” as a challenge to try to overcome.  Throw booze on top of his massive ego, and what might be a real, “Don’t do this to me” no gets heard as “She really wants me to talk her into it, I’ll just push a little harder and get a little more physical and she’ll come around.”

Did Rikki Rockett rape a girl in Mississippi?  I don’t know.  I know that based on the couple of times I met him, and everything i know about the people who have known him much better and far longer, it’s possible.  I would lean more toward believing it than defaulting to a “He would never do that” position.  Mostly when I think of this story, I think about the fact that Big John refused to leave my wife in a room alone with Rikki.

Why?

I know this: I’m damn appreciative of the fact that he stood guard.  if I ever meet him I will shake his hand, both for his service as a Marine and for watching over my wife one night in Saratoga Springs.

*UPDATE FROM DONNA*
This is Donna peeking her head in at Jim’s request to clear up any factual errors or add in any important details to the “Saratoga Story”, as we’ve all taken to calling it. What happened that night in Saratoga is actually one of the big reasons why many of us still in the Poison fan camp stopped or slowed our going to shows, and certain related events in later years stopped many of us dead cold, including me. To my knowledge, Rikki’s Girl, who has been a friend of mine since 1989 (that’s *eleven years* going strong when the events at Saratoga took place) still doesn’t know what happened, and after all this time I’d still like to keep it that way. However, hon, if you do read this, please know that the only reason I didn’t tell you was out of love for you and the desire to keep you from hurting any more than you were that night.

Okay, first off a quick correction. Danielle, still my best friend in the world and a force to be reckoned with, was NOT the girl with the laminate that night. Danielle got her laminate on a subsequent tour - it was our very good friend Jen who had the VIP laminate. Jen lived in Texas and used to fly up to do the NE circuit with all of us, and since she did we only needed the one laminate and Jen had for that tour.

Jim’s got the essence of the story right but the order and details a bit off. After the show in Saratoga, our little crew all went to catering, which was where Rikki was holding his meet and greet. Rikki has had a little thing for me for years - he always has to hug me and kiss my cheeks repeatedly, always in that creepy way where he holds you just a little too tightly and too long and his hands move to strange places. Well, when he saw me that night it was the same routine, which I grudgingly put up with mostly for Rikki’s Girl and not to rock the boat. After he had moved on to other fans his handler, a guy everyone calls “Smoothie”, tapped me on the arm and said that Rikki had asked if I wanted to stay after everyone left and hang out for a while.

Now, here’s where my ignorance kicked in. Being off the market for so long I had literally NO idea that “hang out”, used in that sense, meant “have casual sex”. I thought it meant… well… hang out! To add to that, I know from other shows that Danielle and the girls attended that Rikki often asked them all to stay behind to talk more at length, so I honestly thought this was a simple “hey, do you and your posse want to stay and talk bit?” I reminded Smoothie that I was with Danielle and Rikki’s Girl and Jen, and he said he had meant all of us, Rikki wanted to see all of us. So I said sure and I would pass the message to Danielle, which I did. So, after everyone left catering, it was down to the small lot of us, just waiting. Which, of course, is when I was summoned.

Jim got the details of the actual summoning down right. I protested, Rikki’s Girl burst into tears, and on the trek to Rikki’s room I made it known to Big John that I was married and this wasn’t what I was into AT ALL. He reassured me and since Big John has ALWAYS been a wonderful man and someone to trust, I put my faith in him and walked in the room.

Yup, just like Jim described it. Rikki draped on one couch and the other positioned for sex. I turned to John and mouthed “help” at him. I swear I had to have been grey at this point. John very quietly said “don’t worry” and parked himself in the room, near the door but completely unmovable. I took a seat as far away from Rikki as I could and proceeded to launch into a detailed discussion about the weather. No, I’m not kidding. Rikki started shooting glares at Big John to leave already but John refused to budge. He kept his eyes firmly on me and as Rikki began to slime his way towards me John slowly inched closer to the couches. I brought up the fact that Danielle was given a load of grief by a member of venue security and John moved in like a shot. He pulled out a notepad and took detailed notes about who the person was and what happened, adding “NO ONE messes with Danielle!”. But here’s the great part - after he moved in closer to take notes he didn’t return to his place near the door. He stayed nice and close, as Rikki had already slithered from his couch to mine and was dangerously close to me. JOHN WOULD NOT LEAVE ME. I dearly love him for that.

Finally Rikki managed to worm his way right next to me, draping his arms around my back. I told him I knew he and Rikki’s Girl were together and that I had been friends with her for eleven years. He just leaned into me, hands about ready to land in very nasty places, and asked me if I wanted to “hang out” with him alone for a while. It was disgusting and slimy and full of pressure. If I had not been a friend of the band or drunk or unattached I could easily see how a pretty young thing could say yes to this and not understand what she was getting into. I, however, have not only been around the block several hundred times but, you know, I’M MARRIED. I literally stuck my left hand about six inches from Rikki’s face and said, loudly and firmly, “I’m married, so whatever you think is going to happen here just isn’t. NOTHING is going to happen here.”

Rikki backed away as if I’d maced him. I was now wholely pissed and did in fact begin lecturing him like a high school student about his behavior and how badly he was treating Rikki’s Girl. Rikki’s Girl is diabetic, and at the last show she had gotten drunk and had some insulin problems, leading to her having a crying breakdown on Rikki, which I guess embarrassed him enough for him to want to “get even” with her by sleeping with me. I told him he was being a petulant child and to deal with their problems and that his attitude generally sucked. I was on a real roll, and I could see John trying very hard not to start laughing in Rikki’s face. I stood up and told him I would tell Rikki’s Girl to expect to be called in here and he agreed. Upon my standing Big John glued himself to my side and escorted me out, telling me I had done great.

When I got back to catering Rikki’s Girl was a sobbing mess and everyone in the room was trying to console her. I made the split decision to not tell her what had happened and did just what Jim said. The rest of the details Jim has exactly right - it was about five AM when the buses pulled up to Danielle’s car at Bret’s insistence. And it’s the little things like that that Bret has done over the years that keep me from hating him or thinking he’s completely lost it. And you will NEVER EVER hear me say a bad word about Big John. He was a saint to me that night and I wish I could thank him again for everything he did. I love Big John and whatever you may think about Bret, please don’t transfer it to Big John.

Okay, now I’ve rambled for an hour and I’m sure this post is WAAAAY too long, but there you go. The Saratoga Story. Do I know that Rikki raped a girl? Of course not. But I fully and completely believe it could have happened, because I was there and I know how he operates. He is a sleazy, slimy, persistent, and frankly a repulsive person who I could easily see pressuring a girl into doing things she never had any intention of doing. I saw a dangerous predator that night and I won’t forget his face. So, yes, I think he could have done it, and I speak as someone who has looked into his eyes and knows what’s there. It isn’t pretty.

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Text of my letter:

Dear Motley Crue,

Hi.  I’m sorry I stole your music.  See, back in the day I was trying to be that guy from fast Times.  The guy that could get anything.  Drugs, concert tickets, copies of albums that the other kids parents wouldn’t let them buy.  Shout at The Devil was my number one seller.  Even more than the pot!  I copied that record (from vinyl and cassette) onto what had to be a couple hundred cassettes over the years.

Funnily enough I never made much money, as the cost of cassettes was high and you couldn’t sell copies for more than half of what a new one would cost Plus it was really labor-intensive and all around a stupid idea.  In retrospect I should have just asked for a buck or two over retail and bought them legit copies. That’s what I used to do in second grade with Now & Laters.  I resold them by the piece for profit.  I guess even then I was always scamming something.

Anyway, I’m sorry I stole all that cash from you, and I’m sure you need my $5 like Tommy needs another social disease, but here it is anyway.  Thanks for rocking so hard (except that brief period where you all wore too much chiffon) and for being part of the soundtrack to my youth.

Also, please stop Tommy from ever making solo music ever again.  If you have to animate Mick with robotics and pour vodka on the floor to attract Vince on stage like a trail of Reese’s Pieces, then do it.  I’ll send another five bucks for every year he doesn’t make solo music or do reality TV bands.

JimK,
Hamden CT

Hat tip: Michele at a big victory (her entry is here and yes, I totally stole the black & white idea.  The difference is hers is actually a good photo.)

As for Muse, jo-jo turned me on to this band over Thanksgiving and I can’t get enough of Black Holes and Revelations.  It’s like everythingt hat was great about old, edgy U2, plus they are as good as Coldplay is alleged to be (but actually isn’t).  Then they often add some aggressive guitars to the alt.brit.emo.prog rock mix they do.  It;s hard to pin them down to a genre, but I can safely say this album is pretty great.  Go download it, then write them a letter and send them five bucks.  :)

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