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IT WOULD HAVE TO BE… …during our tour of France, in 1990. We had driven all the way up from Marseilles to Le Mans in a holiday traffic jam, and what would have been a 6 hour drive ended up being about 13 hours. During this drive, there were all the requisite chemicals. Use your imagination. And we were itching to get CRAZY. When we got to the show, our agent introduced us to this German band, RAUSCH. We hit it off immediately. In the dressing room, we had the whole rider of all this food and drink, which of course wasn’t touched. Except for the drink!!! At some point we and RAUSCH started throwing firecrackers at the support band who were these arty FRENCH faggots who we couldn't STAND. After the fun had gone out of that, our lighting engineer ran out of the dressing room with this mischievous look on his face, and we were all thinking "what the fucks HE up to?" |
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Seconds later, a massive explosion blew food and hors d'oeuvres
ALL OVER THE ROOM with such force that some pieces of carrot and celery and dip were blown at LEAST 20 feet from where they had originated on the platter. Our ears were ringing, we were covered in food, and we were
laughing
our fucking asses off. In the meantime, Tim Ashton was into the liquor
heavily, and had a special relationship with valium that nite. EVERY
ONE with any authority in the venue was pissed at us by this point, and |
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we took the stage, and while we were playing SOMEONE threw another powerful explosive, which wound up landing inside our kick drum. When it went off, it was amplified by about 125 decibels, and it cut the circuit breakers on the PA, which was already struggling to keep up with our stage volume. So there it is, complete silence, with smoke coming out of the kick drum, and we're drunk and laughin’ our asses off once again. The sound man wasn't happy, but he fixed the circuit breaker, changed mics, and the show continued. Then simultaneously, Tim fell over backwards, hitting his head on his amp, and one of the PA speakers caught on fire from the inside. Tim's passing out pissed me off, so I threw my guitar down, pushed my amps over, and walked off. Tim was taken to the hospital for stitches, and though they weren't REALLY needed, the LE MANS fire department ended up on the scene. By
this time, drugs and explosives were very popular with UNW, as it
eased the boredom of the road. So this was only barely outside
the
usual carrying on. - Andrew Berenyi _________________________________________________________________________ |
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