address the situation immediately.
I always left my walkie-talkie right next to my bed because I was mostly responsible for Axl Rose. If something happened to him, there would be cancelled shows, disappointed fans, and a lot of people out of work. So out of everyone, I needed my walkie-talkie on at all times, and I had to be available 24/7 no matter what.
That included when Natasha was on the road as well.
On this special night, when Natasha and I got to hold each other because we missed each other, that walkie-talkie started making a sound.
I didn’t really think anything of it—even though it was about two in the morning. I thought to myself it was probably Duff wanting someone to get him a drink because he ran out of vodka.
No luck.
Coming from the walkie-talkie were these now-famous words.
“Gentlemen, the ladies are here. Let the games begin.”
I had no idea who it was, but at that point it really didn’t matter.
And with that I jumped out of bed and started fumbling with my walkie-talkie, trying my best to turn it off.
Natasha stared at me and sternly said, “Leave it on.”
I did.
Then from the walkie-talkie we heard giggling. A lot of giggling, by a lot of girls.
I was screwed. I knew where this was going, and there was no way to explain it.
But it was even worse than I thought. All of a sudden, outside my hotel room door I heard what sounded like a stampede. And more giggling.
I turned to Natasha, who had the most interesting smile on her face. I didn’t know if she thought this was funny, or if she was about to kill me even though I had nothing to do with this.
“I’m going to go see what’s going on,” I said out loud, much to my surprise.
“You’re not going anywhere, Craig.”
Before that moment my name was always “Honey” or “Peach.” Now it was “Craig.” Just like when my mom was pissed at me as a kid.
But I did have to do my job and make sure everything was okay. So I opened my hotel door, and I saw about fifty naked women right outside my door, walking down the hall. To where, I don’t know. I could only guess at this point.
I wanted to leave my door open for at least a few seconds, but thought better of it.
I turned to Natasha and she was still smiling.
“Honey, this has never happened before.” And while I was telling the truth, I didn’t even believe me.
“Do you want to go with them?”
Boy was that a loaded question.
Obviously I stayed with Natasha, and while it took her a little time to get used to the road, she was totally okay. Truth be told, that was the only night something like that happened. I found out the next day, because I just had to know, that the promoter in South America thought it would be really cool and impressive to empty a whorehouse out and bring them all to the hotel via bus … naked.
Yes, right through the hotel lobby, into the elevators, and onto our floor.
You don’t see that every day. Not even with Guns N’ Roses.
Me and Natasha in Cancun, Mexico. During the tour I actually had the chance to enjoy a few days off with my wife-to-be Natasha. Oh, I wish I still had that much hair!
PAPARAZZI—GERMANY
We were in Germany and Natasha was out on the road with us again for a few dates. I loved it when Natasha came out on the road because Axl would pretty much let me be with her, and Robert would take the lead for a while. It was almost like we were on vacation, even though I still had to go to the shows, and I was still responsible for doing my job.
Most of the time we tended to stay in the hotel, because going out on the town with Axl took a lot of hard work. We had to pre-screen where we were going, we had to make sure we had security, and I had to coordinate transportation. It wasn’t like Axl and I could just take a walk during the middle of the day, in a city he was about to play a show in front of 80,000 raging fans.
But I could take a walk with Natasha.
And so we did.
We went right out the front of the hotel,
I always left my walkie-talkie right next to my bed because I was mostly responsible for Axl Rose. If something happened to him, there would be cancelled shows, disappointed fans, and a lot of people out of work. So out of everyone, I needed my walkie-talkie on at all times, and I had to be available 24/7 no matter what.
That included when Natasha was on the road as well.
On this special night, when Natasha and I got to hold each other because we missed each other, that walkie-talkie started making a sound.
I didn’t really think anything of it—even though it was about two in the morning. I thought to myself it was probably Duff wanting someone to get him a drink because he ran out of vodka.
No luck.
Coming from the walkie-talkie were these now-famous words.
“Gentlemen, the ladies are here. Let the games begin.”
I had no idea who it was, but at that point it really didn’t matter.
And with that I jumped out of bed and started fumbling with my walkie-talkie, trying my best to turn it off.
Natasha stared at me and sternly said, “Leave it on.”
I did.
Then from the walkie-talkie we heard giggling. A lot of giggling, by a lot of girls.
I was screwed. I knew where this was going, and there was no way to explain it.
But it was even worse than I thought. All of a sudden, outside my hotel room door I heard what sounded like a stampede. And more giggling.
I turned to Natasha, who had the most interesting smile on her face. I didn’t know if she thought this was funny, or if she was about to kill me even though I had nothing to do with this.
“I’m going to go see what’s going on,” I said out loud, much to my surprise.
“You’re not going anywhere, Craig.”
Before that moment my name was always “Honey” or “Peach.” Now it was “Craig.” Just like when my mom was pissed at me as a kid.
But I did have to do my job and make sure everything was okay. So I opened my hotel door, and I saw about fifty naked women right outside my door, walking down the hall. To where, I don’t know. I could only guess at this point.
I wanted to leave my door open for at least a few seconds, but thought better of it.
I turned to Natasha and she was still smiling.
“Honey, this has never happened before.” And while I was telling the truth, I didn’t even believe me.
“Do you want to go with them?”
Boy was that a loaded question.
Obviously I stayed with Natasha, and while it took her a little time to get used to the road, she was totally okay. Truth be told, that was the only night something like that happened. I found out the next day, because I just had to know, that the promoter in South America thought it would be really cool and impressive to empty a whorehouse out and bring them all to the hotel via bus … naked.
Yes, right through the hotel lobby, into the elevators, and onto our floor.
You don’t see that every day. Not even with Guns N’ Roses.
Me and Natasha in Cancun, Mexico. During the tour I actually had the chance to enjoy a few days off with my wife-to-be Natasha. Oh, I wish I still had that much hair!
PAPARAZZI—GERMANY
We were in Germany and Natasha was out on the road with us again for a few dates. I loved it when Natasha came out on the road because Axl would pretty much let me be with her, and Robert would take the lead for a while. It was almost like we were on vacation, even though I still had to go to the shows, and I was still responsible for doing my job.
Most of the time we tended to stay in the hotel, because going out on the town with Axl took a lot of hard work. We had to pre-screen where we were going, we had to make sure we had security, and I had to coordinate transportation. It wasn’t like Axl and I could just take a walk during the middle of the day, in a city he was about to play a show in front of 80,000 raging fans.
But I could take a walk with Natasha.
And so we did.
We went right out the front of the hotel,
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