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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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Piss Artist
I was sneaked backstage in Brixton Academy with my pal's band but with no Access All Areas pass I was stuck in the dressing room until showtime: there were security guards in the corridor outside checking everyone.
Whilst the band was off soundchecking I was in dire need of a piss but instead had to ignore it and have a half-hour conversation with Rankin Roger from The Beat about different types of hash and grass. Eventually he left and I was by this point truly desperate for a lag. The sinks in the dressing room were filled with beers and there was no bin.
I did the only thing left available to me which was arc a fountain of (by this point dark and smelly) urine out of the window - all over the guest list queue.
( , Mon 3 Jul 2006, 17:35, Reply)
I was sneaked backstage in Brixton Academy with my pal's band but with no Access All Areas pass I was stuck in the dressing room until showtime: there were security guards in the corridor outside checking everyone.
Whilst the band was off soundchecking I was in dire need of a piss but instead had to ignore it and have a half-hour conversation with Rankin Roger from The Beat about different types of hash and grass. Eventually he left and I was by this point truly desperate for a lag. The sinks in the dressing room were filled with beers and there was no bin.
I did the only thing left available to me which was arc a fountain of (by this point dark and smelly) urine out of the window - all over the guest list queue.
( , Mon 3 Jul 2006, 17:35, Reply)
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