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Ch  22 Blog Posts Greg Allman & Rod Stewart

The Allman Brothers Band in NYC
March 23, 2009:
If it’s REALLY important I can get up at 7am (when I usually go to sleep). Massaging Mr. Gregg Allman is REALLY important. Gregg has had massages from my team now and again, but this is the first time I got to massage him myself. I can’t count the times he told me “this was the BEST massage I have ever had!”. I asked him if he likes Frank Zappa’s version of his song “Whipping Post” and he said “I’ve never heard it”. That is my favorite Allman Brothers Band song fyi. After his two hour massage, he sits up, looks me dead in the eyes and says “what are you doing for the next 30 years Darlin’?” I blushed and said “probably working my ass off as I always do” and we both laughed. He said “you gotta come to Georgia and massage me. I got a nice house down there”. And so our friendship began. He started personally texting me as opposed to his friend and assistant Chank. Gregg would text me at all hours of the night telling me where he was, what he was doing and asked me for my mailing address too. Huh? Why? “gonna send you a little something”. More on that later. He got a massage every day after that and on March 27 (2009) he sent a car to pick me up in NJ to be his special guest at his show at the Beacon Theater. Apparently he plays there once a year for a week or more. So I met him at his hotel and watched him brush his hair and put his jewelry on while he told me about his past. He asked me lots of questions too, hinting around that I will be coming to Georgia SOON. We drove together to the show and there were LOADS of fans outside, it was insane. People are absolutely besotted with Greg. He gave them all a quick wave and we were rushed into the venue. 

His Son and Daughter were both backstage too. We all sat together ON the stage, about 20 feet away from Greg, in folding chairs. There were about five rows of chairs, of family and close friends and I was shocked when Kid Rock plopped down right next to me. So I had Kid Rock to my Left and Devon, Gregg’s Son, on my right. His daughter Island sat next to Devon. Both of his kids are both very stunning (well they aren’t “kids” but you know what I mean- his offspring). The stage lights were so that the audience couldn’t see us as the lights were just on the band. So if you were in the audience, looking at the stage, Gregg was on the left side, on keyboards and we were even further left than Gregg. After a while, the band started to play that Marshall Tucker Band song “can’t you see?”.. the audience was very happy.. then Kid Rock said to me “be right back” and he walked onto the stage and started singing! WHAT?? The whole place went ape-shit. Fucking AWESOME! Kid came back and sat down after that tune, right back next to me. We had been chatting, quietly between songs; told him that I do massage and told him about my team. He took my card and started using my company on his tours. We became friends.
After Gregg’s show at the Beacon, we went outside and HOURDES of fans were screaming; I felt like we were in the Beatles hysteria. We got into a black van and drove to the BB King club. Gregg’s Son Devon was playing at BB Kings and we went together. Just Gregg and I. Outside of the venue, I took a picture of Gregg. He seemed SO proud, I just had to capture that moment.

Gregg and I walked in and Devon was already on stage playing. Gregg and I sat at a reserved table and watched. The music was GREAT! The band is Devon Allmann’s HoneyTribe. Gregg was holding my hand in my lap. He was very focused on his Son. His eyes were watering.. he was gently crying from joy. I held his hand tighter and swayed to the music. It was one of the most special moments of my rock and roll life to experience this. It surely did bring us closer as friends. Devon was SO happy that his Dad came to see him. It was so fun after the show to be backstage watching Gregg and his Son so happy together. I massaged Gregg again the next day and we had lunch together. He sure does get up early. I suppose you could say He is a good influence on me. I am a night owl through and through since working with the rock and roll industry requires you to answer late night emails and calls (or early morning calls coming in from the UK/Europe- for overseas bookings.. it’s never a convenient time for me to sleep.

 So a couple days later, March 29th, I heard from Kid Rock, He said he was staying Trump towers and to come by around 10pm- but when I got there, the Doorman said he was NOT there..He replied to my “wtf?” text and said “never mind, I am stuck here at Bungalow 8, that club, you know it?” and I said “I know OF it but never been there”. He had me come to the club with just my massage oil and a towel to massage him IN the club. omfg lol.
When I arrived, in my yoga pants, Dr. Dot shirt and sneakers with my ponytail, the bouncers were like “wtf do you want?” ha. I told them I was there to massage Kid Rock. Yeah, sure, ok, wtf they kept laughing. I had to get Kid to rescue me. There was a SUPER long line of extremely well dressed wealthy people, waiting to get in. They looked at me like I was way way below them on the food chain, if you get my drift. 
Kid (aka BOB) comes out to get me, tells the big bouncer dudes “she’s cool, that’s Dr. Dot, she’s with  me” and SUDDENLY  I was treated like a super VIP and they cleared a path for both of us and lead us to his table. A big round table packed with gorgeous, sexy ladies. Not ONE male. Just hot babes. Even though I was not dressed hot whatsoever, the girls gave me the dagger-eye treatment. They immediately cold shouldered me. I just ignored that and did what Bob asked me to do, massage his shoulders. He had a white tank top on under a blue flannel looking button down shirt. He took the flannel off and I was doing his arms and shoulders for hours while the girls fought to be RIGHT next to him. It was so amusing to me; I was laughing my ass off inside, but just smiled and did my job. I stood behind him while he sat. The girls took turns squeezing in, right next to him, whispering in his ear, laughing, etc. They were all 10’s. Not ONE 9. The music in that place wasn’t my style, so I am not sure why Bob was even there apart from the bevvy of beauties. Anyone who has ever met Bob, knows he is cool as fuck. Friendly, easy going, down to earth and a straight shooter. This is probably why he was good friends with Gregg. 

Back to Gregg…we kept in touch all the time. Long phone calls, invites out to dinner each time he came to NYC.. hell he even let me choose the restaurants each time. He wanted to be more than friends but I was taking it very slow as  I know what dating a rock star would be like. He appreciated my good girl approach. I drove us all around Manhattan and he loved to stop and many different corner shops as we would go in together and he would buy shitloads of lottery tickets. He would take a coin and rub them all off on the dashboard of my VW Golf. I would moan that the little crumbs from those tickets would go all over the place haha. 
In between massages, dinners and gambling, he asked me if I knew a good tattoo artist as I asked him why the tattoos on his arms were so badly done. I gave him the number to Paul Booth, who owns Last Rites Tattoo. One of Paul’s tattoo artists did my ankle back in like 2004. I was always told at that point you will NEVER get a tattoo from Paul as he is booked out for the next 40 years lol. Anyways, I told Gregg to call and they would for sure give him special treatment. Next day Gregg called me “they hung up on me!” I was like “what!?? did you tell them who you are??” Yes he said. They thought he was joking and hung up. He called AGAIN; this time they got pissed off and hung up. So I called and left a voicemail and said “listen, my client and friend Gregg Allmann keeps calling for tattoo work that he needs and you all keep hanging up!”. Paul Booth personally called me back, apologizing saying his staff just didn’t buy it. So Gregg and I went over that night and met Paul. They bonded very quickly as Paul’s place is heavy duty COOL. There are no chairs, just coffins. There are lots of bones hanging from the ceiling. It was like Alistair Crowley’s castle or what you think it might look like. Paul agreed to do BOTH sleeves for Gregg (both arms) which would take lots of sittings. So we went together each time, over many months. I would entertain Gregg with conversation and get them beverages (Gregg does NOT drink alcohol whatsoever). I found that out the hard way – he saw me spray my spray in my throat. He asked me what it was. Told him “it’s called Singer’s saving grace” which I always got from a health food shop in Hoboken. He asked to try it. Opened his mouth and sprayed it onto his throat, then YELLED “what the FUCK! This has ALCOHOL IN IT!??!!” I  was scared and shocked “I dunno, not sure, what? why??” (as far as I knew it was made of vinegar and honey). He hands it back to me and asked me to read the ingredients out loud. Yup, small amount of alcohol in there. He went to the bathroom, spat it out, drank lots of water to wash out his throat. He was pretty grumpy for a bit. Yikes, I was so sorry, why the fuck would a vocal chord spray contain alcohol? Pretty dumb. So from then on, I made SURE to buy the “alcohol free” version. Lesson learned. 

Gregg was SO pleased with his sleeves, he sat and did a 40 minute testimonial for Paul. I sat and watched the whole thing. I was thinking “this is the BEST endorsement EVER for Paul.

Paul working on Gregg. Photo by Dr. Dot

Wow, it was so heartwarming and complimentary. Paul offered me “any tattoo” for free. So after Gregg went back to Georgia, I came to Paul with a small drawing of Jimi Hendrix that my daughter Jasmine drew for me. Gregg loves Hendrix; told me that he even dated the girl “little wing” was written about. She was apparently from Connecticut and had a fling with Gregg back in the day..I started thinking to myself, who HASN’T Gregg dated. ha. It was so fun going out to eat with Gregg. Our favorite place was Elaine’s, Upper East side. It was close to my favorite karaoke bar called Iggy’s. Elaine was very kind to us and gave us special treatment.
 Gregg liked it as only one or two people would recognize him and they were always very respectful to his privacy.. they would wait until dinner was over and come shake his hand or ask for an autograph. Mostly, Gregg loved to ride around the city at night getting lottery tickets lol and he said he loved to show me off. 
Chank was always traveling with Gregg and his room was just a few rooms away; they were clearly best friends and Gregg would get irritated if anyone pronounced his name wrong “CHANK!! say it right dammit!” haa. Chank is mad cool. 
Gregg didn’t smoke joints, he had a wicked expensive, pyramid shaped vape-machine. Supposedly the safe way to smoke week No smoke, so not bad for the lungs. The last thing I need is apathy so I avoid weed all together. Gregg said he would send me one but I said nah, I’m good. He invited me to the white house at one point, May 2009. Said it was the White House Correspondents dinner and he would have me fitted for a gown and send me emerald earrings. I was like “I don’t wear those sort of things really”. He had some lady call me about my dress size and they wanted to make travel arrangements for me, then it went silent. He called me after the thing as if it never happened and told me to expect a delivery the next day. I got a tiffany’s diamond key pendant from him; even the chain was stunning, it was white gold. Anyone who knows me, know’s  I don’t give a shit about jewelry but it was very sweet of him. See attached. Funny thing is, I posted a picture of me on facebook wearing it, and some random lady private messaged me, telling me she lives on Long Island and Gregg sent her the exact same necklace. Ha. What a Lothario. It’s fine, we are just friends. She was very upset though. I looked up the necklace, it was priced at $5999. VERY generous of him indeed. He asked me to fly down to Savannah to see him. I asked him how many bedrooms etc. He said “why? You can stay in my room, don’t worry” but I declined as believe it or not, I like to sleep alone and I take things very slowly, especially when it is a client/friend. He was the perfect Gentleman; we have not even kissed and only held hands during his son’s show. I am pretty sure I am the ONLY Woman on Earth to decline such offers from Gregg. He can get any woman he wants. Thing is, I was already seeing a guy so it was easy to stay in the friend zone. Gregg just loved my company and I loved his too. Being friends with such a man lasts forever. Shagging a rock star lasts one night or two if you’re lucky. They want and respect what they can’t have. Not playing games, it’s just how it is. I already dated a punk star (Joey Ramone) and I saw what goes on around touring rock stars so I just date normal dudes; not stars. But I really LOVE being their buddy. It’s so much better, trust me. 
Later on, November 6, 2009 ( I swear 2009 was probably the BEST year of my life so far) I was called to massage the lovely Steve Miller (the smoker, toker midnight joker) and here is the blog about that:
Steve Miller Band blog:

My massage team has been massaging SMB for almost 3 years and this is the first time I got to meet and massage him. He was SO nice and when he walked into the massage room he was so full of praise, saying so many kind things, like “you got a great team, you run a tight ship, all of your girls have been terrific, I feel so much better on tour with them massaging me, etc.

He told me SO many amazing stories during his two hour massage- told me about hanging out with Hendrix and headlining for the Grateful Dead (the dead opened, then SMB played then Jimi- wow!) he also played a show once in Minnesota where Alice Cooper opened for them and said it was one of Alice’s first show and how the crowd didn’t know how to react with Alice. He just ate dinner the other night with Alice and told me just for fun they traded watches (they both collect them). He is just a nice guy, wow. I asked him if he had ever met Gregg Allmann. He said “you know I’ve always wanted to jam with him but haven’t crossed paths with him yet” and I said “you know what, you two need to meet! You need to jam together. I see Gregg rather often so I’m gonna email him right now and CC you!” so I whipped out my Blackberry and emailed Gregg and CCd Steve “Gregg meet Steve. Steve meet Gregg” it said in the subject line. I sent Gregg a selfie of Steve & I and told him they are an album waiting to happen and if it DOES happen,  I wanna little credit haha. 

The show was, to my surprise, 90% BLUES!! He played Come On (which in my opinion was made famous by Jimi Hendrix) and many other great blues tunes- naturally he played his hits but you can tell he would just enjoy playing blues all night long. 

Wouldn’t you know it, they DID hook up and decided to tour together two years later in Feb 2011! So a little over a year after I introduced them, they toured. Now Gregg and I were still meeting up each time he came to NYC; He would give me old t-shirts he didn’t need anymore (I still have them and use them to jog in) and he would tell me stories about him sitting next to James Brown on a super long flight once to Australia (I kid you not: he said “he was so dam boring!” and when I told him how much I loved Janice Joplin, he played me the original version of the song Cry Baby. He played it for me in his hotel room right after the massage one night. He said “no isn’t that better!?? Janice can’t sing, she just screams and hollers!” ha. I ain’t gonna start an argument with Gregg about Janice. Now come on. Then one other comment that made me spit water all over my car. We were driving around Manhattan one night after seeing Paul Booth and a Cher song came on the radio “it’s in his kiss” came on. I said “oh that’s your ex isn’t it?” he snapped “She’s a damn CUNT!” ha. I just couldn’t hold my water in; so it went ALL over my windshield. Had to stop at another corner shop for napkins and more lottery tickets. By the way, even when he won $5 he was super happy. He LOVED winning on those things. One thing that was a constant running joke between Gregg and I… He knows I am a huge Zappa fan. I emailed him the Youtube link so he could hear Frank’s version of Whipping post. I asked him “did you finally here it?” “no, not yet”. I emailed it again. Same routine. “Nah, not yet”. He simply had NO desire to hear a cover version of one of his songs. I really was clamoring for a review. Never got it. 

So anyhow, late October 2010, I met a young guy who resembles George Harrison SO much, his flirtatious glares really did my head in. We started dating as I was living alone at that point and just working like a maniac and had NO time for a Man. My daughter was already grown at this time and studying at Cooper Union in NYC (she was born in NH but raised in Germany as you probably know). Anyhow, Gregg probably got busy with other female friends and I was busy with my George Harrison look alike (gonna call him GH from now on) and anyhow times goes by and I started getting calls a lot of calls from Gregg again and this time he called me from a show. It was the Steve Miller Band Gregg Allmann tour and Gregg was in his tour bus and SUPER PISSED OFF. He seemed pissed at me.. I was like “woah what is going on?” “I have to Goddam OPEN for that Steve Miller dude!!”  I was trying to deescalate the anger but Gregg was fit to be tied. Apparently, Gregg thought He would be the Headliner and once the tour started, he said they now do tandem headlining as they tried to make it so that Gregg opened for Steve at each show but Gregg put his foot down and I am sure Steve being the easy going dude He is, probably said “let’s do tandem” so it was, as far as I gathered, every other show that Gregg headlined. Gregg really was sort of mad at me as I am the one who connected them. I found it to be very cute that He called me to vent. I understand him and how he feels. I was So busy running my company at this point, I wasn’t going to as many gigs anymore; I was concentrating on my Dotbots and dispatching them out to various tours. SUPER busy time for me. Update: Paul Booth LOST the 40 minute video endorsement that Gregg made for him. Paul smokes copious amounts of WEED, including the whole time he did my Jimi Hendrix Tattoo. The tattoo was meant to be SMALL but when I showed Paul the palm sized picture my daughter drew of Hendrix, Paul said “If I’m gonna go ink on you, I need real estate” meaning, a tiny tattoo on my wrist won’t fly. He covered my WHOLE right hip. It’s MASSIVE.

Three sittings; 16 hours total. So I got a $6,400 tattoo from Paul Booth free of charge. That is unheard of. PLUS, Paul thanked ME. He said “thanks for letting me do colors. I haven’t done colors in decades”. So Paull didn’t back up his computer and it crashed so he LOST the fucking Gregg Allman video. We are both crushed. FUCK.
Then late August 2011,  I married GH because otherwise he would be deported since He is from Turkey. Big legal mess so I knew I could squash the mess and still keep dating GH if we just married “what a piece of paper anyways?” I thought. Well, we HAD to live together directly after that, says immigration (I was perfectly happy living alone) and I am sure he was happy in his flat too. So He moved in and one night I was upstairs patching up the ceiling and left my phone downstairs on the kitchen counter. I heard it ring a couple times but by the time I got downstairs, GH was just staring at me. “Who called??” I asked. “Gregg Allmann” he replied casually. “Well, what did he say?”  I asked, flustered. “I don’t know, I just answered and hung up on him”. Um, no, that is NOT ok. So here we go. Guys think they want to date me but when they get a whiff of my work life, they almost always act weird. Either jealous, or intimidated, sad, mad or can’t deal with it at all. Anyways I called Gregg back and got him his massage with one of my Dotbots. Chank would text me often too, to arrange massages for Gregg almost daily when he was on tour. Lesson learned.. always keep phone CLOSE by. 

Once Gregg learned I was married he was on a mission to “one up me” as he said, jokingly. The next time I saw Gregg, which was sadly also the LAST time I saw Gregg, was July 2012. I remember it clearly as I was 8 months pregnant at the time. I hadn’t told Gregg that yet. Anyhow, He asked me to arrange for “two female dotbots to massage him and his fiance’ “. Well, Dotbot Pam and I talked and I told her if she arrived BEFORE me, to make sure she only starts massaging the Fiance’; that I want to massage Gregg myself. I arrived just a few mins after Pam. I am standing in the Hallway with my massage table and the bellboy (I ain’t carrying a massage table at 8 months along!). I knock on the door.. Gregg answers with a big shit-eating grin… He probably wanted to make me jealous with his 21 year old Goddess.. then his eyes go South and see my big belly he yells “OH MY GOD!! You beat me to it. You stole my thunder! Gimme a hug you rascal”  and we both laughed our asses off. His girl got off the massage table to greet me, completely naked. What a stunning girl. Tiny tiny waist. Long, thick, wavy dark blonde hair, no make up whatsoever, simply BEAUTIFUL. She was sort of ordering Gregg around a bit then they got settled and enjoyed their couples massage. Gregg was moaning very loud during his back massage and Pam and I just looked at each other with our jaws dropped, laughing silently. Something I shall never forget. Gregg was such a unique, fun loving Man. I shall NEVER forget him or our time together.

Last night in NYC (Gregg Allman sings with Dave Matthews Band)
I went with my friend Gregg Allman to Madison Square Gardens as he was invited to sing one song with the Dave Mathews Band. I find the DMB to be overrated, not my scene, but I get along so well with Gregory and love hanging with him, so I went anyways. Gregg and I took a Limo to Madison Square Gardens and for the first time, I got to drive IN to the Gardens, all the way backstage. Gregg was sort of nervous that night as he was a guest of the DMB and was invited to come on stage and just sing one or two songs. They have a little drive way that literally goes inside, walking distance to the stage. I got a VVVIP pass and got to stand in the press pit and watch Gregg sing Sweet Melissa. It must have felt strange for Gregg as he wasn’t on the keyboards like he usually is. He was playing an acoustic guitar and singing. After his songs, he and I left and went for dinner and a massage. Not gonna hang around and watch the show. We got food to eat, lottery tickets to buy. ha. 

Rod Stewart, & Simon Cowell blog 😉
As you can see from the date on the backstage pass below, I have been really busy. So busy, a month has gone and I haven’t blogged properly. I’ve felt full, like when you eat too much, but my head is the full bit; full of blogs (full of shit?), so I am up, blogging, when I should be sleeping, to get rid of all this info rolling around my mind.  
Have you seen “Bruce Almighty” with Jim Carrey? How the prayers build up and distract him? That’s how it is if I don’t write. It gets too loud and chaotic in my head.
Rather embarrassed to say, that I think the whole tonsil operation was a mistake. I thought, since the Doctors told me, they have to come out, meant, having them out would cure everything and I’d feel perfect. Seems now that instead of getting a sore throat, it just goes deeper (any infection) to the lungs. I have another lung infection (well, Berlin mostly heats with nasty COAL, so the air here is like a whore’s heart; dirty, really cold and moist. 
I went out Thanksgiving night (will blog about THAT asap) and have been basically in bed since. I have a lot to catch up on, so..moving right along
Berlin: Peter Mackay, the tour manager of Rod Stewart is a mate of mine, even though I haven’t seen him since the Jeff Beck show. He had me come to the Max Schmeling Halle in Berlin to set up and offer massages at my first ever Rod Stewart show. I can’t believe I hadn’t seen him live since that night. I was waaay into Rod before I even had any pubic hair. I thought he was the sexiest mother fucker on earth, and I didn’t even really have a grasp yet what sexy was. Hearing him made me tingle inside; I was a fan. I mean, I’ve always loved Zappa and the Beatles, but Rod and Mick Jagger, were objects of my desire…tsk tsk.  Watching Rod on TV sing “do ya think I’m sexy” turned me into a horn dog, ditto with Mick singing “Start me up” on Mtv. I admit it, go ahead and laugh. 

I massaged the band and several roadies as well. One, named Bruce, was about 6 foot 8 inches tall, hung out with me and watched the show after his massage. He’s been on the road with Rod for years and years. Big sweet heart.

One of the back up singers was 7 months pregnant, but I only noticed it towards the end of the show. I gave her a foot massage for free after the show, as a tiny gift. Rod takes really good care of his crew, band and managers. I heard it’s the plushest tour one can be on, as in, one day off in between every show, which is fucking great if you are touring. The catering was the fucking bomb too. These folks got it good. 
Rod put on a fantastic show. It was funny as hell to see so many German men dressed up like Rod in the first few rows. Extreme fans who donned his hair color/cut and the same style of clothing too. 

Still charming and handsome after all those years..and that voice. Oooh la-la. 
I didn’t get a picture with Rod, sadly. He “gets bored hanging about backstage” as his manager Lars told me, so he leaves the venue the second the show is over. I was lucky enough, though, to get a signed Football (ok, soccer ball for the yanks) from him. 

 I recently went to London to massage one of my favorite clients of all time, Simon Cowell. Let me tell you, the man does NOT count pennies. He goes ALL out and spoils everyone around him. Almost all rich people I know, are penny pinchers, tight wads, but not Simon. He is THE BIG SPENDER. He is hands down, the most generous client/star I have ever massaged. My flight, hotel, all my food, room service, etc was all paid (I never even see the bill) and there was a Mercedes car with driver waiting outside for me whenever I wanted to go anywhere. Business class flight too. Simon insists on the best. He fucking RULES! 

Simon fucking RULES!   

 I was put up in the Baglioni hotel in London, directly across from Hyde park. I was being nosy and asked the front desk how much my suite cost and they said “500 pounds per day Madam”. Daaam. I am not snobby, could have stayed at a cheaper place, but hey, I won’t say no. When I checked in the room wasn’t ready yet (I got there at 10am). So I sat at the bar and worked on my lap top and the manager there asked me if I was there for the Who. eh? No, why? The Who were having a party in my hotel that night for their new dvd they just released. You won’t believe this, but I missed the party. I massaged Simon from 10 pm to 12 midnight and when I got back, the party was over. LONDON bores the FUCK out of this night owl. WTF!!????
Anyways, I didn’t see much of London, as I slept all day, jogged, ate, massaged Simon, then there was nothing open after. Great. But I earned WELL and got treated like a fucking queen, AGAIN, from Simon and his assistant Ali. I am extremely grateful. Love you Simon!  Anyone who talks shit about Simon, simply hasn’t met him. He is a fucking gentleman; a sweet heart with a massive sense of humor. He does get tough love from me when he smokes during the massage. He and Ron Wood. They both smoke cigarettes while they get massaged. Simon plays Stevie Wonder during the massage most of the time though, so I forgive his smoking.