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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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My Uncle
is a mentalist.
You can't talk to him, he'll just bang on and on about crap. Most of it fascinating in a way,
If you like non connected subjects and you don’t mind being talked "at" forever.
It is EXCRUCIATING. Seriously.
Back in the day before the drugs took hold of him fully (darth vader style) he was a talented musician, played sax and sitar (not at the same time, but very fucking well). and used to be in with the in crowd.
He would hang out with the likes of The Stones, Fleetwood Mac (he played sax on a couple of their albums) and was good mates with jimmy page. I know this sounds a bit of a tall story already. but it's true, it’s true true true.
One day my uncle was at Jimmy’s flat in Wallington (suburb of London) who had just received a new guitar, which was made of metal instead of wood. My uncle picks it up (probably stoned) and says "wow this metal guitar is really heavy!" Jimmy looks at him "yeah... heavy... metal...". Or some shit like that.
And there you have the legend. My uncle invented the term "heavy metal". Or laid the egg that turned into the phrase anyhoo. I guess you'd have to ask Mr Page if that’s the exact way it went down. If he remembers. Which I doubt.
(my uncle also has some unreleased stones mixes from some not to brilliant session in some studio.)
oh and another funny(ish) story, this one I know is true cause it comes from my dad, who isn’t nuts... well, not in the same way.
He told me how he went to a party with some mates. In the 60s.
It was in a hall with a band and the band were shite. (like god awful). After some time my dad and his mates have had enough of the crap band (seeing as how they were all musos) and one of my dads gang is so pissed off he gets on stage and grabs a guitar and starts playing; really fucking well! The band are impressed and asked this guy if he wants to join them. The guy said something along the lines of "no chance" and hands the guitar back. Not such a great story, except the guy in question turns out to be Eric Clapton. Who’d a fuckerty ding donged it eh?
( , Wed 5 Jul 2006, 10:56, Reply)
is a mentalist.
You can't talk to him, he'll just bang on and on about crap. Most of it fascinating in a way,
If you like non connected subjects and you don’t mind being talked "at" forever.
It is EXCRUCIATING. Seriously.
Back in the day before the drugs took hold of him fully (darth vader style) he was a talented musician, played sax and sitar (not at the same time, but very fucking well). and used to be in with the in crowd.
He would hang out with the likes of The Stones, Fleetwood Mac (he played sax on a couple of their albums) and was good mates with jimmy page. I know this sounds a bit of a tall story already. but it's true, it’s true true true.
One day my uncle was at Jimmy’s flat in Wallington (suburb of London) who had just received a new guitar, which was made of metal instead of wood. My uncle picks it up (probably stoned) and says "wow this metal guitar is really heavy!" Jimmy looks at him "yeah... heavy... metal...". Or some shit like that.
And there you have the legend. My uncle invented the term "heavy metal". Or laid the egg that turned into the phrase anyhoo. I guess you'd have to ask Mr Page if that’s the exact way it went down. If he remembers. Which I doubt.
(my uncle also has some unreleased stones mixes from some not to brilliant session in some studio.)
oh and another funny(ish) story, this one I know is true cause it comes from my dad, who isn’t nuts... well, not in the same way.
He told me how he went to a party with some mates. In the 60s.
It was in a hall with a band and the band were shite. (like god awful). After some time my dad and his mates have had enough of the crap band (seeing as how they were all musos) and one of my dads gang is so pissed off he gets on stage and grabs a guitar and starts playing; really fucking well! The band are impressed and asked this guy if he wants to join them. The guy said something along the lines of "no chance" and hands the guitar back. Not such a great story, except the guy in question turns out to be Eric Clapton. Who’d a fuckerty ding donged it eh?
( , Wed 5 Jul 2006, 10:56, Reply)
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