By Nikki Tranter 28 May 2001Associate Editor, BooksGoo-liciousA long time ago, in a nightclub far far away, I met a man who introduced himself to me as John. He and his band had just played a “killer” show I didn’t see. I had stumbled in after midnight to wait for the bar girl to give me a ride home. I told my new, tattooed friend how I had never heard of his little band to which he said to me three words. Those words not only sobered me up dramatically, they forced me to go out the next day and buy as many Goo Goo Dolls albums as I could find, managing three. I can’t go back in time and tell