Rock and Roll StoriesMy 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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chthonic, Thu 29 Jun 2006, 13:47)
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Northhampton, 6amPulling up into town, it very early, but myself, the bass player and the lead singer are still awake. The BP is a renown loon, and complete musical genius, and whilst stretching out legs decides Northampton is a sad place, and its inabitants are like its town. He decides to rectify this.
6.05 am. By the bus station at the traffic lights - one bass player, wearing nothing but Jesus Creepers and underpants and an accoustic guitar, chasing what few people were around the town serenading them with guitar and vocal patented "fart-singing". When the pedestrians ran away, he resorted to chasing buses - they also drove away at speed.
I guess it is one of those "you had to be there" moments but rarely have I had to be picked up off of the floor in complete hilaric apoplexy. The guy is a loon of the highest order - anyone who records a Frank Zappa tribute album using just a 1980's drum machine and synth - does all the vocals and overdubs and tortures himself for months to make it, all just to hand out as tapes to his mates, is certifiable. He must be because only loons like that could make it sound so damn good as well.
(, Thu 29 Jun 2006, 15:39, Reply)
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