BLASBERG: Or when your bus driver has stolen your tour bus with all your things on it and ditched you in Texas, which is what happened on this tour. That is still one of my favorite stories of all time. Regale me with it again, won’t you?
ALISON MOSSHART: After our California gigs we stayed in a Hilton near the airport in l.a. because we were flying to our next tour stop in Austin, Texas. Our bus driver was supposed to meet us in Texas a few days later. It was a Sunday when he should have arrived, but he didn’t. Three tons of black metal vanished into thin air, with all of our things in it. It was surreal. Well, the manhunt was called off when the bus—but not the driver—was found behind a Best Western in L.A. by our friend Lalo Medina, who kept me abreast, minute by minute, like an episode of Cops, as 10 armed policemen and a helicopter arrived on the scene and entered the bus.
BLASBERG: What happened to your stuff?
ALISON: Lalo, the coolest dude alive, very nicely packed it up and sent it to us. The weird part was that all of the driver’s things were on the bus, too—his jacket still on the back of the seat and the keys still in the ignition. He left the motor running, and the generator died when the gas finally ran out. The bus was pitch-black and couldn’t be started—Lalo had to pack the bus up using a flashlight.
BLASBERG: Do you think the driver’s dead?
ALISON: I wish I knew where he was. He’s not dead, because I keep hearing he’s stolen more buses. I think that’s his thing. I also was told that he went on a three-day coke bender with a hooker—apparently that’s also his thing.
i’m going to go buy some kind of cake/cupcake and enjoy every second of it
listen to the sadness that is my life so me and my roommate were leaving cause she wanted food and i wanted to smoke and we were leaving our room and she decides to slam the door really hard then all of a sudden she’s like “shit i don’t have my wallet can i use your keys to get back in” and i’m like “yeah whatever” so she’s trying to unlock the...
the white stripes only came to dallas once and i was fucking 10 years old when it happened
If I ever meet Jack White
Jack White: Hey! What's your name?
Me: ;kjasdg;awd;wer;kejwrgvbner (run away crying)