In 1994
I ran into a journo friend at Lollapalooza. He wrote a very popular column for the Omaha daily and we knew each other from clubbing.
He said “hey want to pretend to be my photographer?”
since his column never ran photos and they gave him the pass anyway.
So he gives me the pass and has me carry his tape recorder bag so I look more official. Spent the whole day backstage. Had a 45 minute conversation with George fucking Clinton and later realized how insane it was that I was allowed to take 45 minutes of the man’s time.
Around 4
a handler came up and ushered me back by a temporary basketball court by the busses since I had 15 minutes with the band to shoot and this was my window to do that. I’m being uncharacteristically quiet since I don’t wanna fuck this up. So I follow. Turns out The Band is Beastie Boys who laugh and seem a little relieved when I tell them what’s really going on.
That’s the story of how I played hoops with Beastie Boys and some of Tribe and avoided the fuck out of the ball since I suck at basketball.
I also proposed to Kim Deal and rode in a golf cart with a drunk as fuck Donita from L7.
I did not marry Kim Deal but she said I was sweet which is more or less the same thing.
—jason malmberg
Flommist Jason Malmberg is a simple man who believes in brown liquor and small dogs. He also makes art sometimes. Copyright © 2018 Jason Malmberg.
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