Auf der Muar had driven to this arena earlier in the day to check out the festival's side stage acts. Out on the grounds, teenage girls nervously approached her. Some slipped Auf der Maur handscrawled notes filled with such heartfelt sentiments as "I think you're wonderful," and "Thanks for making it a little easier to be a woman in the industry." This is nothing unusual. The cred girl to Love's alpha female, Auf der Maur used to be Hole's secret weapon, the cool indie rock chick guys wanted to date and girls wanted to hang out with. But lately, the former Canadian metalhead has been slowly inching toward headline status, appearing in glossy fashion spreads, guesting on albums, and, today at least, being constantly shadowed by a group of hormonally challenged adolescents. Climbing the rock-star food chain is fine, but for Auf der Maur, fandom is its own reward. "Who am I to affect and inspire young people?" she asks. "I honor it and cherish it. If I've made people feel good about themselves, I know I've done a good job."

Auf der Maur hasn't quite shaken being a fan herself. When word spreads through the Hole camp that Fatboy Slim (a.k.a. Norman Cook) is spinning as we speak, Auf der Maur passes on a helicopter ride back to the hotel and rushes out to a nearby tent, where the DJ is deliriously moving the crowd. Auf der Maur just has to meet him. After the show ends, she's brought back to Cook's modest trailer. Gushing like a schoolgirl who's just been given a private audience with all five members of 'N Sync, she launches into a breathless monologue about how she was in Montreal over New Year's, listening to the radio, searching for "Praise You" (she sings this to him), and how much she loved Cook's previous outfit, the Housemartins (especially "Happy Hour" - she sings this, too) etc., etc. Cook blushes a bright red. "How could you tell me, someone who spins records, that I'm good?" he asks incredulously. "You're a rock star!"