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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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my last band...
i used to play bass in a three piece shite-rock band, i was only in it for the ride and tried to fit in some joy division rip off bass lines into the singer-guitarists placebo rip off songs... this singer guitarist also went out with my sister, and cheated on her with someone she knew, and so things weren't great to start with... the trouble was this bloke and the drummer really thought we were going to be huge, so i let them live in their little fantasy world, as if any french band singing in english (oh and ATROCIOUS english as well, mee being english it was hard not to listen to what was coming out of the singer-guitarists mouth, i mean what the fook does "when you came alone, i can feel you feel" mean??... but we were picked up to play in cannes at a festival, at the same time as some big media thing down the road, so the other blokes in the band thought THIS IS IT. So i proceeded to get way too drunk on wine and lager, and when it was time to play, i was incapable of playing a single note in tune or in time... anyway after our 45 minutes of fame, we stumble off stage, the others have a right go at me, tell me to piss off, i start shouting incoherantly about my sister, grab my bass, thinking i can leave the venue... unfortunately the only way out is across the stage, and another band is playing... i spot a small passage-way by the stage, but i have to clamber over the lighting rig, and i'm in view of the audience, more or less, i'll never know, so i manage to get out with no dignity whatsoever, and i start wandering the streets of cannes which is at least 500km from home, i get a taxi back to the hotel i'm staying at but the singer has the key to the room, so i have to convince the bloke on the desk that i might be drunk and babbling but i need my stuff... then taxi back to the train station, the next train is early morning so i check into a sleasy hotel who charge me twice for a horrible room... and then i take the train home. Hmmm, is that rock n roll? i'm not sure, i wasn't very proud of myself, i can smile about it now but at the time it was terrible.
(, Sat 1 Jul 2006, 13:23, Reply)

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