Todd Snider Nov 14th 2025 RIP

I've gotten to do about half the shit I've gotten to do in my life.

Some of it good, and some of it bad.

But one thing, if you've got half an hour for me to tell you something, maybe an hour and a half?

I was out in California, right?

I got to go out there for some meeting. It didn't have nothing to do with no music or nothing.

There was no shit. It was like money or some shit I didn't care about.

And I didn't have to pay for it, because the record company was paying for it.

And they fly me out there, and they put me in one of them hotels

chicks that we see now on TV that do the cocaine and don't wear underwear when

they get out of the car. All those hotels that those girls party in, right? They put me in a good room, right in the middle of one of them, and they said I could get room service or go to the bar, whatever I fuckin' wanted to do.

And then all I had to do was sit through this meeting with strangers, which I

wasn't looking forward to anyway, right? So the next morning I get up and the

meeting's like three hours from that time. I'm already not looking forward to it. I

think I can go down to the bar, have a couple of drinks, take the edge off for

So, I go downstairs, I go into the bar, as God is my witness, brothers and sisters, nobody in the bar except for the bartender, myself, and Slash from Guns N' Roses.

And he's got on a Metallica shirt, I mean a Metallica hat, backwards, one of those silky ones, Metallica backwards with sunglasses on with the mirrors, right?

Then around his neck, he's got about 17 of these chains.

Gold, silver, puka, leather, every kind of thing you can imagine hanging around his neck, right?

Around his wrists, he got these bracelets, same shit.

Except for it's like gold, puka, silver, friendship, leather, every fucking thing you can get around your wrist.

He got a dozen of them around this wrist.

And he got just as many around this wrist, right?

Now I'm not joking here, ankles too, same shit.

I guess you call that an anklet, right?

He's got that, he's got gold, silver, leather, every friendship, hookah, all this shit around his thing.

And then, I'm not fucking around about this, I don't even know what you call it, maybe a waistlet, right?

All of the same shit around his waist, also with like some concho shit and some sort of gold seashell looking thing hanging around his waist.

A ton of shit, accessorized completely.

For a shirt, not a fucking thing.

'Cause he's Slash from Guns N' Roses, my man.

And here's the other thing that I thought was the most funny.

And he, for pants,

you know those shorts that people wore in the '70s,

that Nike made, that people jogged in at first,

then people wore 'em for a while,

and now if you wear 'em, you're either Richard Simmons,

or you're, like, in a porno movie at the beginning of it.

Or you're just fuckin' wearin' 'em.

Well, Slash was just fuckin' wearin' 'em.

And that was all he had on me.

And I tried not to stare at him,

'cause it wasn't one of them places

where you tell guys like Slash that they're Slash.

'Cause a lot of the other people

hanging around the hotel think they're Slash, too.

And it would get awkward.

So I didn't say shit.

I just sat there and I drank my drink.

And when it got time for me to go to my meeting,

I paid the bartender.

I said, "I gotta go."

And as I got up, he made eye contact with me.

And he said, "Take it easy, man."

So...

I totally did.

I'm still taking it easy.

I wouldn't be taking it anywhere near as easy as I'm taking it right now

if I hadn't of made up slack