Never Meet Your HeroesThey're bound to disappoint - like the time we booked Wayne Hussey for the B3ta Radio Show. Five minutes before we're due to record, Wayne
phones, lost on the M25 with his Brazilian wife screaming in the background. Not so much the King of Goth, as a hen-pecked flake.
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chthonic, Thu 25 May 2006, 14:17)
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Pretend Best FriendI'd forgotten this, but just read a posting about Terrorvision and it jogged my memory.
I'm pissed, at the Monsters Of Rock, Castle Donington, 1994, having imbibed furiously on vodka and Guinness for most of the day, and have just woken up in time to see the Wildhearts on the second stage. I wander over to the main stage, and I'm standing (barely), patiently waiting for Aerosmith (I think) to come on.
Suddenly, this bloke in a nice brown leather jacket pops up in front of me, and starts ranting on and on about how great my band are, what a big fan he is, it was great to see us at Donington, he's so thrilled to finally meet me, etc. I have no idea who he thinks I am. After a few minutes of his raving, it dawns on me that he thinks I'm the drummer in Terrorvision. I'm so pissed, I can't speak, so I just grin and let him get it out of his system.
He wanders off, content. To this day, he probably tells his mates about meeting Shutty from Terrovision at Donington.
So, no, don't meet your heroes - it could be me.
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