Queens of the Stone Age, who once asked me to score them weed, are coming to the Beaumont on April 6

One of my more memorable rock-and-roll stories is about the time I served Queens of the Stone Age at the Jerusalem Cafe in Lawrence. They were nice guys, and they tipped well. One of them, a tall, imposing character with a thick goatee (Nick Oliveri) motioned for me to come over to the table before they left.

“Do you know where we can get some coke around here?” he asked. I giggled (I was 19 at the time).

“Uh, no, not really,” I stammered, figuring out these dudes must be famous.

“What about weed? Can you get us a sack?”