My Blue Oyster Cult story

Blue Oyster Cult is playing at The Block in Fort Walton Beach Thursday night. But my personal brush with the band occurred more than two decades ago.

My memory is a little hazy. I think the year was 1982, but that may be incorrect. I was a bellboy at the Inn on the Park in Madison, WI. I believe it was a Friday. I was working the morning shift, and arrived to work at about 6 a.m. The front desk manager immediately called me over and told me that the Blue Oyster Cult and friends were staying at the hotel. He said he heard it was the end of their tour, and they'd been partying all night. Guests were complaining. "You need to tell them to quiet down," he said.

So I got on the elevator and headed up to the Blue Oyster Cult floor. As the elevator approached the floor I could hear music that got progressively louder. When the door opened the music was LOUD. It appeared that a party was going on in several rooms at once, because several doors were open. I went to the first open door and sort of stood there until a fairly big guy -- I didn't get his name -- noticed me and asked me what I wanted.

"I've been sent to tell you to quiet down," I said. The guy laughed and went back to doing what he was doing. I got on the elevator and went back down to the lobby.

"Did you tell them to quiet down?" the desk manager asked.

"I told 'em," I said.

A few hours later, some limos pulled into the hotel driveway, Several people connected to the Blue Oyster Cult entourage came down, got in the limos, and off they went. I never saw them again.

Blue Oyster Cult, you guys rock!