Henry Rollins has a monologue about this sort of thing he did for his spoken word tours. The one time some hot groupie takes all of her clothes off and knocks on his hotel room door, he's freaked out by some news story and afraid to come to his door! The only reason he knows about it is because of another band member that spotted her.

I play Irish Trad, and I'm as far from a rockstar as you can get, and even I had a groupie once. Once. It was a good one, though. We literally broke the bed. Nuff said.

Unless you know them really well, and you're actually good friends (not acquaintances) just stay the frack away from roadies. Some of them are utter scumbags and their wanna-be ism drives them to do rotten stuff. (Like invite me and my two cool, cute female friends to an "after party" where I end up being slipped a mickey and shoved to the side like luggage and one of my friends winds up with herpes. True story.)

EDIT: No, I didn't wind up with a sore butt and herpes too, thank God.

Exactly. Probably the most hedonistic period of my life was when I was employed by an insurance company. 9 hours per day of mind-numbing tedium followed by a few crazy hours afterwards. If I was to write a book about those days, I'm guessing the form filing, claims handling and endless insurance exams would fill very little space. To an outsider it might seem that insurance is very rock & roll.

As an aside, I know many musicians. No one you'll have heard of but a few of them are doing quite well here and could be on their way somewhere. They all have full time jobs and work like dogs. They'll drive 300 miles to do a show and be back to the office at 9am the next morning. To watch them when they're 'on' though, you'd think they led the carefree live of a rock star.

Isn't a rockstar by definition an outlier?

That's the marketing.