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Shannon Hoon: Blind Melon, Bee Girls, and the Courage to Say Yes

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Blind Melon's Shannon Hoon lived for freedom—on stage in drag, tripping at Woodstock, or swinging mic stands at security guards. From Lafayette to Los Angeles., his journey was a beautiful, brutal high, until it all came crashing down on a tour bus in New Orleans. This is the story of a voice that wouldn’t say no, and the price he paid for it.
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This episode contains content that may be disturbing to some listeners. Please check the show notes for more information. Disgraceland is a production of Double Elvis. This is a story about finding freedom. Freedom to dress differently. To act differently. To think differently. And as is so often said, freedom isn't free.

There's always a price to pay. Because this is a story about Shannon Hoon, the lead singer of Blind Melon. His search for freedom started when he left the suffocatingly small town of Lafayette, Indiana, and it ended on a tour bus in New Orleans just five years later. In between, Shannon went toe-to-toe with a hard rock icon, and he pissed off security guards and pissed on angry crowds. He captivated audiences while dressed in drag. He smuggled drugs and started fights with other rock stars. And with his band Blind Melon, Shannon Hoon made great music. Unlike that loop I played for you at the top of the show, that wasn't great music. That was a preset loop for my Mellotron called Flannel Over Spandex MK-1. I played you

that loop because I can't afford the rights to Mariah Carey's Fantasy. And why would I play you that specific slice of daydreaming cheese? Could I afford it? Because that was the number one song in America on October 21st, 1995. And that was the day that Shannon Hoon was found dead on a tour bus in New Orleans at just 28 years old. On this episode, freedom, fantasy, b-girls and bad boys, daydreaming cheese... and Shannon Hoon's tragic search for freedom.

I'm Jake Brennan, and this is Disgraceland. The security guards had been at it all day. There were 10,000 kids out there in the arena, trying to let loose on a Friday night. And sure, the crowd was pumped up. After all, Guns N' Roses, the biggest rock band on the planet, was due to hit the stage soon. But right now, it was still early. A virtually unknown band was kicking off the night. And so far, outside of a little pot smoke and some crowd surfing, everyone was behaving themselves. Not that it mattered to the security guards.

As soon as the gates opened at the arena, a few miles from Mount Rushmore, the security guards made it clear what they thought of this parade of rockers and hippies and freaks that were invading their South Dakota town. Shannon Hoon noticed it as soon as he walked on stage. Maybe it was because he had an uncanny ability to read other people's emotions. Or maybe it was because he was tripping balls on mushrooms. Either way, As soon as he stepped on the stage, he could sense the hatred vibrating from the security guards who were standing behind the metal barricade between the stage and the crowd. In April of 1993, Blind Melon, of course, was that virtually unknown band kicking off the night. And even though Blind Melon

had released their debut album back in September, if any of the fans in the audience recognized Shannon Hoon, it wasn't because of his own band. It was because of Guns N' Roses. That was Shannon's voice on Guns N' Roses' epic power ballad, Don't Cry. In addition to appearing in the music video, Shannon had been popping up at Guns N' Roses shows for the last two years to sing that song with the band. It was all thanks to Axl Rose.

Despite the singer's growing reputation for excessive behavior, he still had a soft spot for his hometown of Lafayette, Indiana. Lafayette was where Axl met Izzy Stradley. back when they were still going by the names Bill and Jeff. It was where he learned to sing in the high school choir, and it was where he befriended a girl named Anna Hoon.

But Lafayette held darker memories for Axel, too. Memories of being forced to attend a strict Pentecostal church, of his parents lying to him about who his biological father was, of his stepfather beating the shit out of him and abusing his sisters. So almost as soon as he finished high school, Axl Rose split for Los Angeles, and then a few years later, just as Guns N' Roses was breaking through, Axl's old friend Anna Hoon reached out to let him know her younger brother was also leaving Lafayette for Los Angeles. Axl loved Shannon's charisma and his powerhouse voice, and it wasn't long until he was asking Shannon to sing on Don't Cry. Shannon's vocals helped make the song a top ten hit, And soon, that effort would bring

industry attention to Shannon's own band, Blind Melon. By 1992, Blind Melon had a record deal and a debut album. They were opening for one of the biggest bands on the planet. And every night, Shannon was jumping on stage with the headliners for a spotlight performance on Don't Cry. It was the perfect setup for a band on the rise.

But none of that was on Shannon Hoon's mind as Blind Melon kicked into their first song on one of the first nights of the tour. Shannon had security guards on his mind. Like Axl Rose, Shannon had fond memories growing up in a small town like Lafayette. Back then, Shannon Hoon was a total jock. His family was poor, but that didn't matter as long as Shannon was a winner on the football field or the wrestling mat or in karate tournaments. With Shannon's dad pushing him, he became a regional champion wrestler and he was a black belt in karate. But as he got older, he realized he cared about more than just sports. He liked art, He liked music. He wanted to see the world outside of Indiana, which in Lafayette made him an outcast. After high school,

it seemed like Shannon couldn't go anywhere without getting hassled by some local cop with nothing better to do than throw his weight around. So you can understand why in that moment, on stage that night, with the security guards acting the way they were, Shannon's blood was boiling, watching those guards roughing up vans in the front row. These people just wanted to get lost in the music, to be free for a few hours on a Friday night.

But these security guards weren't going to let that happen. Not without a fight. Blind Melon was on their last song when it happened. An overenthusiastic fan leaned too far over the flimsy metal barricade that separated the guards from the crowd. A petite brunette toppled over the barricade. She bounced against the burly security guard and fell to the floor.

While she struggled to get to her feet, Shannon watched in horror as the guard reared back and kicked her in the ribs. People in the front row started screaming and pointing. And rather than stop, the guard grabbed the girl roughly by the collar of her shirt and threw her against the barricade. The girl's boyfriend was screaming for the guard to stop. Instead, the guard reared back to kick her again. And that's when the boyfriend took a flying leap over the barricade and landed on the security guard.

The guard easily outweighed the boyfriend by 100 pounds. He quickly knocked the kid to the ground and leapt on top of him while the girl tried in vain to pull him back. Blood started pouring from the kid's face as the guard rained down blow after blow after blow. Shannon Hoon's watching it all, and he doesn't have time to think. He just acts. He sprinted across the stage, still holding his microphone stand. When he reached the edge of the stage, he could see the guard's angry red face.

He could see his massive fist reared back and ready to land another blow. Shannon Hoon swung. his metal microphone stand above his head and brought it down full force on the guard's beefy hand. He heard a loud snap and the security guard let out a scream that would have made Axel Rose proud. Then the guard grabbed his shattered fist with his one good hand. The kid and his girlfriend managed to scramble back over the barricade and they quickly disappeared into the crowd. For the moment, they were safe. Unfortunately, Shannon Hoon, wasn't quite so lucky. Because as soon as he and the band hustled off the stage, Shannon was greeted by one of the grizzled members of the Guns N' Roses road crew. The roadie told Shannon

the news. That guy you just hit? He's an off-duty cop. The roadie grabbed Shannon by the arm and pulled him away from the rest of the band and into a storage room filled with huge road cases. The roadie shoved Shannon into one of the cases and told him to wait it out until he came back. While Shannon waited in the darkness, the tour managers argued with the promoters and the security guard. The promoters swore Shannon would either have to go to jail or fork over some serious cash before they would let anyone leave. Fortunately, the tour managers held firm, and eventually someone from the crew located the boyfriend and girlfriend from the front row. They said they would be more than willing to press their own

charges against the off-duty cop slash security guard. With the threat of charges, the promoters eventually backed off. At the end of the night, Shannon Hoon watched Guns N' Roses board their massive tour bus and drive off while he and the rest of Blind Melon climbed into their shitty little van. But it wouldn't be long until Blind Melon was riding in their own tour bus. And it wouldn't be long until Shannon Hoon found a whole new way to piss off the public. The bus lumbered to a stop at the Peace Arch border crossing, 30 miles south of Vancouver. It was a cold day in December of 1993, but it seemed like every car on the customs line had its windows rolled down as passengers craned their necks

for a peek at the man stepping off the bus. Some people recognized him from his long, stringy hair and wiry frame. Others had no idea who this guy was, but they could tell just by the way he was standing that this was no ordinary traveler. This man was a rock star. It was obvious, from the dark sunglasses and the tattoos peeking out from under his white t-shirt, or perhaps from the large beaded necklace wrapped around his neck and his high-heeled black leather boots. By now, Shannon Hoon was used to people staring at him wherever he went.

It was hard to believe that just six months ago, Blind Melon had been an unknown band opening for Guns N' Roses. And now, just three months after that, still on their journey, Despite opening for Guns N' Roses, and despite opening for Neil Young and for the Rolling Stones, Blind Melon's debut album was a flop. Their first three singles went absolutely nowhere.

Capitol Records was on the verge of dumping the album and bringing the band back into the studio for another shot. That was until a few junior members of the label's promotions team hit the road with the band that summer. They immediately noticed the crowd's reaction to one song. It was a simple little song written by the band's bassist, Brad Smith. The lyrics inspired by his girlfriend's battle with depression.

They were dark, but the melody was so sunny that almost nobody noticed. The song sounded nothing like the rest of the band's material, but at every show, the crowd sang along in full force. The proof was undeniable. The promotions team begged the label to shell out for another music video. This was crazy. In the music industry, on a major label deal, a new band doesn't just get to make a third expensive video if they don't have a hit with the previous two videos. It just does not happen. But somehow, the label agreed to fork over $ 75, 000 for one final push. They even hired Samuel Baer, the director of the iconic Smells Like Teen Spirit video.

For Blind Melon, Baer picked something far more wholesome than that. He took the cover image from the band's album, a photo of drummer Glenn Graham's little sister dressed up in a bee costume for a school play, and created a sweetly moving tribute to self-expression for the song No Rain. Shannon loved the video when he first saw it. It reminded him of the rejection and mockery that he felt for trying to be different back in Indiana. And it reminded him of how good it felt to find his band of brothers in Blind Melon after he moved to L.A.

Shannon wasn't the only one who loved the video. Almost as soon as it was released, it went into heavy rotation on MTV. Within weeks, it was clear. No Rain was a massive hit. By the fall, the song topped the modern rock charts. A few weeks later, it entered the pop top 40, where it went all the way to number 20. Soon, the album had gone multi-platinum, and Shannon Hoon was officially a rock star. So while the rest of the travelers in the customs line stared, It didn't bother Shannon at all. He leaned against the side of the tour bus and waved to some honking cars.

When the customs agent walked up to him, he had his head down as he reached for Shannon's passport. He quickly looked at the photo. Then, in surprise, he looked up at Shannon, and then he looked back down at the photo. Shannon could see the customs agent's brain making the connection. He waited for the words that he knew were coming, and the agent stammered for a few seconds.

Aren't you... aren't you... the piss guy? Shannon could only shake his head. It turned out that in Canada, there was something he was known for even more than no rain. The last time Blind Melon had played in Vancouver was just a few months ago on Halloween. It was the last show of a long tour, and they were opening for Lenny Kravitz. Now you should know that there's a long history of bands playing pranks on each other on the last night of a tour. Mostly it's all in good fun. Maybe somebody dresses up in a costume and runs on stage or someone gets a pie in the face or something stupid like that. But if Shannon Hoon was going to pull off something like that, then Shannon Hoon was going to go a little further than most

people go. Besides, by Shannon Hoon's estimation, Lenny Kravitz had been an asshole all tour. He had some of the best musicians in the world playing in his band, but every night before the show, he would rehearse them until they were ready to collapse. And every night, Lenny seemed to take just long enough so that Blind Melon never got a soundcheck. Not like major asshole-level vibes, but just your basic James Brown-level diva behavior. And it made Shannon determined to find some way to upstage Lenny Kravitz, no matter what. The night was doomed from the start. In addition to being the last night of the tour and also Halloween, it was also Blind Melon guitarist Roger Stevens' birthday, so every member of the band was beyond wasted when

they took the stage that night. When Shannon stepped to the microphone, he was in full Iggy Pop mode, wearing a bathrobe, women's panties, and nothing else. The shenanigans started early in the set. The stage was soaked in beer by the third song. One of the band's guitar techs dressed up in a bee costume and tried to sprint across the stage, only to wipe out in a river of beer. Halfway through the set, Shannon abandoned the bathrobe and panties and started performing completely naked. He winked at Lenny Kravitz, and then he began scaling the massive speaker tower on the side of the stage. With a mixture of beer, acid, and cocaine swirling around in his system, Shannon stood on top of the speaker tower, screaming his

lungs out. The band kept playing, but everyone in the venue was staring at Shannon. Of course, it was clear that now Shannon was going to have to do something to up the ante, but what? The suspense was building until finally Shannon Hoon let loose. Well, he let loose his bladder, that is. With his dick in his hand, Shannon Hoon sent a stream of piss marking 10 feet into the air before it landed on the stage, the speakers, and everyone in the first five rows. And of course, there was pandemonium as people started screaming and pushing backwards out of the line of fire. As the band finished their set, a group of Canadian Mounties were gathering in the wings waiting to arrest Shannon. But he wasn't going

to give up without a fight. Shannon sprinted off the stage with 15 Canadian cops chasing behind him. This time, there was no grizzled roadie to hide him. This time, he was on his own. Still, he managed to outrun the cops long enough to make it to the backstage door. He sprinted towards the tour bus, the Mounties in hot pursuit.

But in Shannon's supremely fucked up state, instead of jumping into the bus, he climbed on top of it. And that's where the cops finally tackled and handcuffed him. Shannon Hoon spent the next few hours sobering up in a Vancouver prison cell. He was prepared to spend the night in jail. But a few hours later, a cop took him out of his cell and threw him in the back of a car and drove him 30 miles south to the border. Blind Melon's tour bus was waiting for them, and the cops said he would let Shannon go with a warning as long as he got out of Canada immediately.

Shannon could only grin and shake his head at the memory as the Border Patrol agent handed back his passport. Back on the bus heading north to Vancouver, Shannon turned to the band's tour manager, and with a smirk he said his feet were killing him. So he slipped off one of his boots and held it up. And then he pulled hard on the heel of the boot and popped it off. There was a huge brick of hash inside.

He didn't really even need the drugs. Every tour stop, it seemed like some fan was always trying to hand him drugs. But smuggling the drugs across the border for Shannon, it was more about being able to play by his own rules. So far, he had always managed to dodge the consequences. But that was just luck. And Shannon Hoon's lucky streak was about to come to an end. We'll be right back after this word, word, word. Shannon Hoon cracked open three beers, one after another. He handed one to Tony Hawk, and he grabbed the other two for himself.

One for each hand, Shannon joked. Shannon thought it was funny, but Tony Hawk just gave him a strange look. Shannon and Blind Melon guitarist Roger Stevens were hanging out backstage at the American Music Awards with the pro skateboarder and his wife. Blind Melon was up for an award, but Shannon couldn't care less. The ceremony was a bore. By 1994, his band had spent more than two years straight on the road, and now Shannon wanted to be back home in Lafayette. He wanted to be anywhere other than this music industry ego stroke in Los Angeles. The record label convinced Shannon to attend the awards show, And Shannon sat in the crowd. for the first few performances, but he drew the line at Meatloaf. When the plus-sized superstar and

host of the awards show came out for a live performance, Shannon elbowed Rodgers, and the pair slipped down the aisle to check out the action backstage. A few minutes later, the pair were planted next to an ice bucket filled with beers, listening to Tony Hawk talk about his quest to land the holy grail of skateboarding tricks, the 900.

By the time a handler came to drag them back to their seats, before Blind Melon's award was announced, there were dozens of empty beer bottles on the table. Despite the beers, Shannon thought he was in good shape as they were ushered back to their seats. And even though he had snorted more cocaine than Whitney Houston that night, who was currently fidgeting her way through an acceptance speech, Shannon couldn't help but sing a few bars of I Will Always Love You to her while she was on stage, even as a producer glared at him to shut his mouth. Whatever.

It didn't bother Shannon at all. In fact, he was feeling so good that nothing bothered him. At least until Gene Simmons and Paul Stanley from Kiss took the stage to announce the winner of the Favorite New Rock Act Award. It was the award that Blind Melon was up for. Not that Shannon really cared about an award or anything like that, but the idea of going up on stage and giving a speech was bumming him out. When Paul Stanley and Gene Simmons announced the winner, it wasn't Blind Melon, but Stone Temple Pilots. At first, Shannon was relieved, but the more he thought about it, the more it felt like losing to Stone Temple Pilots was a slap in the face. Stone Temple Pilots, by Shannon Hoon's estimation, were

nothing more than a Pearl Jam cover band. Watching Scott Weiland swagger on stage like he was a grunge Mick Jagger, he couldn't help but hate the guy. Christ, that guy had the nerve to thank the Rolling Stones' Little Richard and John Coltrane in his acceptance speech. What a pretentious prick, thought Shannon Hill. It made him sick to his stomach.

Or maybe that was the beer. Or the cocaine. In any case, when Scott Weiland bumped into Shannon on the way back to his seat, Shannon jumped up. He told Scott Weiland exactly what he thought of Within seconds, the two lead singers were nose-to-nose, shoving and screaming at each other in the middle of a live television broadcast. Rogers tried to pull Shannon back, but Shannon shrugged him off and poked a finger in Scott's chest. That's when he felt a large pair of hands grab him from behind.

With lightning speed, a massive security guard put him in a headlock. Meanwhile, a second guard grabbed Rogers by the shoulder. They started dragging the pair down the aisle and out of the building. The other celebrities in the audience just stared with their mouths open. The guards pushed Shannon and Rogers through a side door and out of the building.

Shannon was fighting and struggling, but he couldn't get free from this guy's vice-like grip. Meanwhile, Rogers had given up the fight completely and gone limp. Despite this, the security guard pushed Rogers to the ground. It was just at that moment that Shannon finally slipped free of his headlock. He saw the guard shove his guitarist to the ground, and he responded with a right uppercut that connected perfectly with the guard's jaw. The guard fell down in a heap next to Rogers, momentarily stunned. Then he regained his senses and an all-out brawl broke out. Finally, the two guards managed to overpower Shannon and they pinned him to the ground. That's when one of the guards reached into his pocket and pulled out a badge. Turned out that

these guys were LA cops and they were arresting Shannon for assaulting a police officer. Now, instead of spending the night hobnobbing with celebrities... Shannon Hoon was being hauled to the Compton City Jail. This time, there was no escape. Shannon Hoon was spending the night in a lockup. It wasn't long after that disastrous night at the American Music Awards in the spring of 1994 that Shannon Hoon entered rehab for the first time. He spent 30 days at an inpatient rehab center in California. It helped clear his mind and gave him time to relax. But as soon as he got out, Blind Melon hit the road again for a huge European tour. Their first stop, Amsterdam. And there was no way Shannon Hoon was going to pass

up the chances to sample that city's famous coffeehouse culture. He relapsed almost immediately. Ten days later, it was clear that Shannon was in no shape to perform. The tour was quickly cancelled, and Shannon was headed back to rehab. During his second stint, Shannon took his recovery more seriously.

He and his longtime girlfriend were talking about starting a family. Once again, as soon as Shannon was out, Blind Melon hit the stage. And this time, it wasn't just for a tour. It was for one of the biggest musical gatherings since Woodstock. That's because Blind Melon was performing in front of a quarter million music fans, plus an international audience on MTV at Woodstock 94. Despite his newfound sobriety, Shannon Hoon knew it as soon as his band's appearance was confirmed. If he was going to play Woodstock, he was going to do it the way God intended, while tripping his balls off on LSD. On August 13th, 1994, Shannon Hoon stepped out onto the stage in front of the massive festival crowd. He looked angelic, and that's probably

because he was wearing his girlfriend Lisa's white flowing dress. The fabric billowed and unfurled in the breeze. Thanks to the LSD, it looked to Shannon like waves or maybe wings. And as the music began, it felt like he was taking flight. The sunlight was fracturing into a million rainbows and he could feel the heartbeat of every single person in the crowd. He wanted them to know it would be okay, that they could be who they wanted to be, that they could dress how they wanted to dress, they could live how they wanted to live. It was all so beautiful that Shannon wanted to cry. But instead of crying, He channeled all that beauty into the performance of a lifetime.

Shannon Hoon had done what he set out to do. He had lived the Woodstock experience to the help. But it came at a huge cost. Because a year later, Shannon Hoon would be dead. Shannon Hoon lay motionless in the bed. His arms and legs felt like they weighed a ton. He couldn't even lift them. The walls around him were pulsing with colorful lights, and Shannon began to drift upward. He could see his body laying on the bed below, and he wondered if he was dying. His heart was pounding louder and louder, like a bass drum filling the room, and in the distance he could hear voices echoing, but they sounded like gibberish. Slowly, a low, terrifying rumble was building, and then he heard a scream.

Fear filled his body. Shannon knew it. This was he in. Then, just as he was preparing to say goodbye, suddenly the sound of a guitar shattered his thoughts. He wasn't dying. He was at home in bed in Lafayette and he was listening to Pink Floyd's The Dark Side of the Moon and he was just tripping on acid. The LSD helped him explore his mind. It helped him get a fix on what was important to him and it made him feel connected with every living person. with every blade of grass and with every note of every song. It also helped keep his mind occupied, which, back then, in 1989, was starting to become increasingly difficult. At 22 years old, Shannon Hoon was growing frustrated with life in this small town.

He felt stifled and bored. And when Shannon was bored, he found ways to make his own action. Usually that meant getting drunk and starting fights. Soon he had a reputation with the local cops and soon they were ready to blame him for whatever petty crime happened in town, whether he was involved or not. Now they were threatening to charge him as a habitual criminal if they didn't stay out of trouble. The cops were just like everyone else in this town, so suspicious of anyone who was different and so quick to put people in boxes. Shannon would rather die than turn out like that. And as Pink Floyd blared from the speakers and the acid kicked in, Shannon had a deep realization about his life. The thing

he wanted most was freedom. He wanted the freedom to dress differently, to act differently, to think differently. And most of all, he wanted the freedom to speak his point of view, even if other people thought that he was insane. Because so far, Shannon Hoon's life had been pretty ordinary. But he was determined that it wouldn't stay that way.

So he made a rule for himself. He would never say no. So when a buddy asked him if he wanted to head to Los Angeles in 1990, he said yes. When his sister asked him if he wanted to connect with her high school buddy Axl Rose, he said yes. When Axl asked Shannon to sing, he said yes. And when anyone anywhere offered him a bottle, a bowl, a tab, a shot, a hit, a snort, anything at all, he always said yes. This newfound freedom led to some memorable nights, and to some incredible shows, but it also led to plenty of terrible shows, embarrassing headlines, and more than one canceled tour. Still, everyone thought Shannon would find a way to say no when he became a father. He made another attempt at rehab before his daughter was born in

July of 1995. But Blind Melon hit the road again just a month after the baby was born. And just like in the past, Shannon fell off the wagon immediately. On October 20th, Blind Melon played to a packed house in Houston, Texas. After the show, Shannon hung out with fans. He shook hands, and he said yes to anything that was offered to him. He didn't stop all night, even when he boarded the tour bus for the overnight ride to New Orleans. He kept saying yes to every impulse, for another snort, for another shot, for another hit. After the bus arrived in New Orleans, nearly everyone headed off the bus to check into their hotel rooms, but Shannon stayed on the bus. Asleep. At least that's what everyone thought.

Until the band's tour manager tried to wake him up that afternoon. When Shannon didn't respond, his tour manager rolled him over. Shannon's body was still warm, but his face was blue and he had no pulse. It was too late. Shannon Hoon was dead. Heart attack from a cocaine overdose. Just five years after Shannon Hoon left Lafayette for Los Angeles...

He was dead at 28 years old. And that is a disgrace. I'm Jake Brennan, and this is Disgraceland. All right, guys, thanks for checking out this episode on Blind Melon. What did you think? What do you think of Shannon Hoon? One of these artists who a lot of my friends dug. I saw them early on, saw Blind Melon open up for Lenny Kravitz. Never been a big, big Blind Melon fan.

Lots of my friends are. I know lots of you guys are. So the question of the week this week comes from our friend Jackie on Patreon, who suggested that we ask, is there a band out there that your friends rave about that you just cannot get with? 617-906-6638. Let us know which bands you just cannot get behind, but all your friends seem to love. 617-906-6638. Voicemail and text at DisgracelandPod on the socials. DisgracelandPod at gmail.com on email.

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