So, I haven’t posted in nearly two years! Whoops!

Last night, I supported the legendary Nick Oliveri at The Live Rooms in Chester. Wow.

Wow is really the only word that sums it up. I first got into Queens of the Stone Age when I was about 14 years old, sat in my friend Rob’s house and we had Kerrang on the TV. The usual music was playing in the background, until I found myself glued to a song I’d never heard before. Dave Grohl on the drums, Josh Homme on the guitar and vocals, and a scary looking bald dude with a big beard on the bass.

“No one knows” was the song, and I was instantly hooked. Queens of the Stone Age became my obsession for the coming weeks, their sound and song structure struck me and a fan for life was born. I’m 26 now, and Queens of the Stone Age have always been at the forefront of my go-to playlists.

As you do with bands you like, I read up on their members, followed their other bands, side projects and connections, and opened myself to a new world of music. Watching live videos, Nick Oliveri always struck me with this noise that came out of his mouth. It just didn’t stop. It was brutal, it was so fucking loud… I loved it.

So you can imagine my jaw-dropping and dribbling when I was asked to support him at The Live Rooms. A musical hero for over a decade, and I’d be sharing the same stage. Wow.

Fast forward then, to last night. We arrived around 5pm to set up and sound check, greeted by the promoter and venue managers who were awesome. To me, this was rock royalty now. Shortly after I loaded in, Nick Oliveri walks in, nerves totally overcame me, but he was sweet and said hello before setting up. The venue filled, my nerves increased, and suddenly 9pm, my stage time was upon us. I played for 45 minutes and hopefully winged it. I’ve never been so nervous. The crowd reacted amazingly, I said my thank-you’s and rejoined them, ready for Nick.

Nick’s set was amazing. Death Acoustic. This roaring scream complemented his rhythmic playing style and his anecdotes, quips, stories and frequent slugs of tequila complemented that. There were Ramones covers, QotSA songs, and a bunch of his own, all uniquely brilliant and powerful – there stood a man who knew how to OWN that stage. Fast forward a little later, Nick announces that “my stage, is your stage”, and half the crowd get up to sing “Feel good hit of the summer” with him. It was a spectacle that set his gig aside from almost every other I’ve been to, an experience I will remember for a life time.

Probably the biggest moment of my night after he thanked me for playing, was when I was stood, arm around a musical hero, taking a selfie and pulling a stupid face, that I handed him one of my cards, and asked him to have a listen. He told me he would, and gave me one of his CD’s, he didn’t want any money for it, and called it “trade for trade”. I told him I couldn’t afford to get CD’s pressed, and he said “one day you will”. It totally floored me. A sweet guy, with an amazing sound, whom I have had the pleasure of sharing a stage with.

Today, I feel like I am the luckiest man alive to be able to even blog about that experience. These are the things memories are made of, these are the moments that remind me why I play music.

More. I want more.