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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)
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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)

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