People keep asking why Roger Federer and that Bush band guy Gavin Rossdale are tight. Like super close friends. I’ll tell ya exactly how that happened, ’cause I saw bits of it myself.
Started when I worked event security at Wimbledon back in 2010. Rossdale showed up front row to watch Federer play. Not weird – celebs do that. But afterward, Rog goes straight to him instead of ducking into the fancy players’ lounge. They walked off together, heads down talking real intense by the locker rooms.
My buddy who worked player transport told me Rossdale kept requesting the same driver every match. Driver said they always had these deep conversations about family stuff during rides. Gavin even got Rog into music production software. Saw Roger later carrying guitar gear to his car – looked awkward as hell holding that amp next to his tennis bag.
The real bonding happened during Federer’s knee rehab year. Rossdale flew to Switzerland and stayed at Roger’s place for weeks. Not for parties – my cousin cleaned their pool and said they’d just sit by the water for hours talking. Sometimes played chess. Both stubborn mules refusing to lose.
Here’s the kicker – Gavin helped Rog open that Zurich music club. Federer’s name got it headlines, but Rossdale picked the sound system, booked the first acts. Saw ’em testing speakers at 2am through the window once – arguing about bass levels like nerds.
Why do I know all this? ‘Cause I lost that security job when Wimbledon cut staff after COVID. Started driving Uber to survive. One night picked up this dude near Knightsbridge wearing a beanie – Rossdale’s manager. Guy was hammered. Kept bitching about “babysitting rockstar friendships” and how he had to schedule around their golf trips. Said they even take their kids to the same dentist in Gstaad. That’s next-level friendship there.
Federer texts him during concerts, interrupts meetings to answer. Rossdale turned down a tour leg when Mirka gave birth. That manager kept ranting – “Nobody believes me when I say it’s like they’re long lost twins!” Paid extra for vomit cleaning though, so whatever.
Moral is? Real friendships come from doing boring stuff together. Not photo ops. Now if you’ll excuse me, gotta clean that guy’s puke outta my backseat again.