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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Punk and RednecksAged 15 me and a mate decide we're going to see the Buzzcocks. In Cinderford (Don't mention the bear). A one-horse town in the depths of the Forest of Dean.
I have never been more scared in my life. The two of us, dressed in teen-goth, alone in redneck country, with an audience consisting entirely of men who may have been punks, a long time ago. Now they all had spikey hair, moustaches and were all wearing white shirts, black trousers, white socks and black shiny shoes. Like a load of clones of the pianist from Sparks.
Egged on by Pete Shelley, it was '77 again. Pogoing like crazy, headbutting each other with looks of joy, blood pouring everywhere, all to a backdrop of piles of old tellys all playing 70's softcore German porn.
Lucky. To. Get. Out. Alive.
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