Rock and Roll Stories
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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I used to be a college radio DJ...
...and I had a charming little rock/indie show that usually broadcast very early in the morning. I therefore assumed I had no listeners, as what sort of students would be awake at 8am? Turns out that 8am is prime time for nutters to listen to college radio.
There was this one guy who would call into the radio station and repeatedly request Twisted Sister. I never had any Twisted Sister with me, nor could I be arsed to go into the vast music vault and dig it up. After a few weeks of asking for Twisted Sister, he wanted to extend our phone conversation and have a nice chat. It went as follows:
Nutter: Can you do me a favor?
(Oh no, I think, he's going to ask for Twisted Sister again...)
Me: (hesitantly) OK...
Nutter: Can you laugh for me?
Me: Pardon?
Nutter: Just laugh, into the phone. I want to hear you laugh.
Me: *hangs up*
Early morning college radio groupies with odd requests. I wasn't going to take it, as it were.
( , Wed 5 Jul 2006, 22:51, Reply)
...and I had a charming little rock/indie show that usually broadcast very early in the morning. I therefore assumed I had no listeners, as what sort of students would be awake at 8am? Turns out that 8am is prime time for nutters to listen to college radio.
There was this one guy who would call into the radio station and repeatedly request Twisted Sister. I never had any Twisted Sister with me, nor could I be arsed to go into the vast music vault and dig it up. After a few weeks of asking for Twisted Sister, he wanted to extend our phone conversation and have a nice chat. It went as follows:
Nutter: Can you do me a favor?
(Oh no, I think, he's going to ask for Twisted Sister again...)
Me: (hesitantly) OK...
Nutter: Can you laugh for me?
Me: Pardon?
Nutter: Just laugh, into the phone. I want to hear you laugh.
Me: *hangs up*
Early morning college radio groupies with odd requests. I wasn't going to take it, as it were.
( , Wed 5 Jul 2006, 22:51, Reply)
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