Saturday, September 12, 2009

Bottle Backtrack

Let's rewind to last night. Croatia. Amazing gig, amazing people, amazing time and one amazing rotten egg. Of course, there's one everywhere right? The problematic punk rocker who insisted on inviting himself into our dressing room and helping himself to our food and beer without asking time after time was a sure setback sign. By the time we hit the stage he was in full alcoholic glory and drug delight like a tilted pinball machine. Intent on robbing stage beers and having no regard for Michal (our driver) who was policing the stage like a flyswatter, push came to shove and the glass grenade with Michals name on it missed it's target and hit me right in the face. It felt great! Luckily it didn't break and I was not hurt. It was the first time I have ever left my throne for a seek and destroy mission. Among the confusion the hooligan cheated death escaping and I chose to halt the operation and opt to play more songs. I ended the night on a happy note.

1 comment:

  1. Barney! that guy's real lucky i wasn't there or he would've been deaaaaad! Yeah!