Rock and Roll Stories
My personal Spinal Tap moment came when we got locked into the Festival Hall in London by accident. We ended up wandering the maze of backstage corridors carrying a three foot high piece of cheese looking for the one door that would lead us to salvation.
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( , Thu 29 Jun 2006, 13:47)
My personal Spinal Tap moment came when we got locked into the Festival Hall in London by accident. We ended up wandering the maze of backstage corridors carrying a three foot high piece of cheese looking for the one door that would lead us to salvation.
What goes on tour may stay on tour, but B3ta doesn't count. Tell us everything.
( , Thu 29 Jun 2006, 13:47)
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Like I said I have a few tales
One Band I have know over the years and are quite good friends a few times played here in Holland - again being of the non-supergroup variety (though only financially) when they came over I used to put them up at my house, much to the bemusement of the neighbours - the lead singer, an american, has a tattooed face. The lady lead singer is 6foot plus and has pink and green hair, the bass player - a particularly gorgeous Italian Lady, and the keyboard player - again a gorgeous Argentinian, were then accompanied by the drummer who was nothing short of lunatic, especially when it came to alcohol - add in a driver/tech and a merch girl, all staying in my tiny flat and a fun fest is definately on the cards. The band are a kind of cross between Abba and Metallica, if that gives you an idea of how colourful and loud they are.
One night, they were playing a local venue in town, and the lead singer decides he wants someone to get a chant going on stage - selecting a pal of mine who would have nothing of it, then spying me I am quickly dragged on stage. Mr A. as I shall call him, being the devious buggar he is, crouches behind me and reaches around to start undoing my trousers as I am singing - my voice wavers, my trousers drop.
Then I feel the rotten buggar get hold of my shreddies - in defence I quickly grab my T-shirt and cover my danglies as the rotten sod rips down my pants. I stood scared, in front of about 100 people at this tiny little club, and then something very bizarre happened - a moment of clarity - no there is only one thing to call it - I had a moment of pure Rock and Roll.
I then gave the audience a right good view of my knackers, gyrating as I did it.
Now I have no tackle to be particularly proud of, and have never been prone to flashing or getting naked in public - hell I wasn't even particularly drunk - but right then, it seemed the right thing to do. As I redressed myself to a standing ovation from the crowd, I heard one voice shout in my ear as I left the stage "Fucking A Man! Completely ROCK AND ROOLLLL!!!" - and that coming from an established rock star. Fucking A indeed :o)
( , Thu 29 Jun 2006, 15:01, Reply)
One Band I have know over the years and are quite good friends a few times played here in Holland - again being of the non-supergroup variety (though only financially) when they came over I used to put them up at my house, much to the bemusement of the neighbours - the lead singer, an american, has a tattooed face. The lady lead singer is 6foot plus and has pink and green hair, the bass player - a particularly gorgeous Italian Lady, and the keyboard player - again a gorgeous Argentinian, were then accompanied by the drummer who was nothing short of lunatic, especially when it came to alcohol - add in a driver/tech and a merch girl, all staying in my tiny flat and a fun fest is definately on the cards. The band are a kind of cross between Abba and Metallica, if that gives you an idea of how colourful and loud they are.
One night, they were playing a local venue in town, and the lead singer decides he wants someone to get a chant going on stage - selecting a pal of mine who would have nothing of it, then spying me I am quickly dragged on stage. Mr A. as I shall call him, being the devious buggar he is, crouches behind me and reaches around to start undoing my trousers as I am singing - my voice wavers, my trousers drop.
Then I feel the rotten buggar get hold of my shreddies - in defence I quickly grab my T-shirt and cover my danglies as the rotten sod rips down my pants. I stood scared, in front of about 100 people at this tiny little club, and then something very bizarre happened - a moment of clarity - no there is only one thing to call it - I had a moment of pure Rock and Roll.
I then gave the audience a right good view of my knackers, gyrating as I did it.
Now I have no tackle to be particularly proud of, and have never been prone to flashing or getting naked in public - hell I wasn't even particularly drunk - but right then, it seemed the right thing to do. As I redressed myself to a standing ovation from the crowd, I heard one voice shout in my ear as I left the stage "Fucking A Man! Completely ROCK AND ROOLLLL!!!" - and that coming from an established rock star. Fucking A indeed :o)
( , Thu 29 Jun 2006, 15:01, Reply)
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