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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The Complete Stone Roses
After hearing The Complete Stone roses were doing a small secret gig (on some guys garden stage), I managed to skive work and make it down. I caught the last of their set but unknown to me, a small Sheffield band had just supported them. To say these guys were worse for wear would be an understatement. As the night drew in, I was asleep in my tent, when I was cruelly awoken by my own drowning, due to the running hose pipe that had been inserted through the gaping hole cut into the nylon. When I awoke, I went to find the culprit(s). After I went into the house (to my disgust) I find the lead singer (of the afformentioned Sheff band) wearing nothing but a vest, pleasuring himself with a Dyson Dual Cyclone. Sick to the stomach I went outside to discover the Bassist fighting with the Complete Stone Roses (plumpish) tour manager. To say the manager was angry would be accurate, but when he took his shirt off and the Bassist shouted "Titties" (in his best Scottish accent) he went wild. Ive never seen so many veins appear so quickly on a forehead. I think it took about 10 people to split them up.
I wasn't going to name the band, but fuck it. they were called Vegas Child.
( , Fri 30 Jun 2006, 10:51, Reply)
After hearing The Complete Stone roses were doing a small secret gig (on some guys garden stage), I managed to skive work and make it down. I caught the last of their set but unknown to me, a small Sheffield band had just supported them. To say these guys were worse for wear would be an understatement. As the night drew in, I was asleep in my tent, when I was cruelly awoken by my own drowning, due to the running hose pipe that had been inserted through the gaping hole cut into the nylon. When I awoke, I went to find the culprit(s). After I went into the house (to my disgust) I find the lead singer (of the afformentioned Sheff band) wearing nothing but a vest, pleasuring himself with a Dyson Dual Cyclone. Sick to the stomach I went outside to discover the Bassist fighting with the Complete Stone Roses (plumpish) tour manager. To say the manager was angry would be accurate, but when he took his shirt off and the Bassist shouted "Titties" (in his best Scottish accent) he went wild. Ive never seen so many veins appear so quickly on a forehead. I think it took about 10 people to split them up.
I wasn't going to name the band, but fuck it. they were called Vegas Child.
( , Fri 30 Jun 2006, 10:51, Reply)
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