Well I don't know about groupies, I'd say they're the preserve of big hair bands from a bygone era. But there are certainly many young ladies that enjoy spending some time with a touring band that happens to breeze into town. And why not?
Bands are usually populated by reasonably good looking chaps, or chappesses, as the case may be. They are often having a good time, and such an attitude is infectious. They're not around for messy ongoing theatrics, and they're always something to talk about after they're gone. And many people I've spoken to find the whole shebang exciting, a welcome interlude into sometimes mundane and dreary lives, a flash of myth and drama.
So I won't call 'em groupies. But I have seen carloads of gals follow us from town to town. Buy us drinks, food and sometimes illicit substances. Ditch boyfriends at sometimes a high personal cost. Quit jobs. Commit racy, forgiveable and highly titillating acts. Introduce oneself to a family of breakfasting siblings and parents after a night of noisy calisthnetics, myself unaware of their presence in rooms immediately next. Endanger lives with uncharacteristic displays of shameless drunken driving in the sheer excitement of the moment. And generally behave as if, unshackled briefly from the strictures of conventional behaviour, they are enjoying the fuck-the-world freedom of a 'free spirit'. Until Monday morning.