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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)
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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Nearly got caught in a fight
Some time ago, me and my friend were at the Colston hall to see motorhead, who were being suppurted by sepultura. Of course, these bands were a very different breed to each other, and so were some of the fans. At the front, we discovered a lanky skin head, seeming off his face on something or other, lunging about and shoving everyone around him. Behind us loomed a brick outhouse, built from denim, leather and beard. The gimp in front zeroed in on him with mad blood shot eyes and starts to hassle him. Me and my friend of course are stuck between the pair, as the mountain behind us starts getting upset. As I see the veins start to bulge in his knuckles I realise I'm going to die in the ensuing riot before the show has even started.
Thankfully the security staff intervened and carted the offender away. The biker behind us? He gave us a leg up for the crowd surfing. Excellent.
( , Mon 3 Jul 2006, 11:52, Reply)
Some time ago, me and my friend were at the Colston hall to see motorhead, who were being suppurted by sepultura. Of course, these bands were a very different breed to each other, and so were some of the fans. At the front, we discovered a lanky skin head, seeming off his face on something or other, lunging about and shoving everyone around him. Behind us loomed a brick outhouse, built from denim, leather and beard. The gimp in front zeroed in on him with mad blood shot eyes and starts to hassle him. Me and my friend of course are stuck between the pair, as the mountain behind us starts getting upset. As I see the veins start to bulge in his knuckles I realise I'm going to die in the ensuing riot before the show has even started.
Thankfully the security staff intervened and carted the offender away. The biker behind us? He gave us a leg up for the crowd surfing. Excellent.
( , Mon 3 Jul 2006, 11:52, Reply)
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