I BUMPED INTO CLIFF, Shane and Mountain as soon as I walked into the Doors. They were excited about the gig and couldn’t wait to get on stage. Overflowing with enthusiasm, as always. I asked whether they were going to need me to fill in for anyone, as I’d done on a previous occasion. Cliff managed to keep a straight face while he reminded me that they’d unplugged me from the amp as soon as they realized that I couldn’t actually play anything except air guitar. But I’d had my 15 minutes of rock stardom. I was happy to call it a day before I burned out like so many others before me, victims of their own fame.
The main dancefloor was practically empty, but the night was still a foetus. Things would get busier soon enough. I made my way upstairs, noticing how wide the stairs were. Most people
