Rambo the guitar.
Saturday, 19. July 2008, 09:48:26
As part of an ongoing discussion about the Sex Pistols on Red's blog I mentioned how the guitarist and the drummer got started by stealing another group's equipment, something which, to the best of my knowledge, they have never made reparations or even apologised for. This in turn reminded me of one of my early guitars which got stolen.
Thinking back, that little Harmony Rocket II probably saved my life.
A guy off his skull on something came into the venue we were playing and apparently asked the idiot on the door if he could sing with the band. The idiot says "Sure." Neither of them thought to tell us so the first I knew about it was when this guy leaps onto the stage, shouts "Tramp!" into the mike, and jumps off again.
This happened 5 or 6 times then suddenly he decided that if I wasn't going to be a Rufus Thomas to his Aretha Franklin then he wanted to sing more than one word and tried to wrench the mike away from my face. Naturally my first instinct was to grab it back, and suddenly I found myself losing a wrist wrestling match with a gorilla. This was when Macho Man decided to borrow my body. With one final massive effort I wrenched the mike out of his grasp and went on with the song.
For about 0.5 of a second.
Next thing I know the guy's back on the stage slamming his fist into what he apparently thinks is my stomach, the fact that I'm wearing a guitar seemingly having missed his attention. His fist hit the strings and continued on until it hit the pickup - and the screws that were holding it in place. Macho Man was incensed, his immediate reaction being to whip my guitar off and punch the guy's lights out right there on the stage, but he was already gone, running out of the hall with blood pouring from his hand and leaving me with no recourse but to make chicken noises from the stage.
The guitar was pretty bloodstained so I stuck a "This machine kills" notice on the pick-guard and polished the stains up to a nice lustre.
Suddenly I feel really bad about losing that guitar.
If I should ever see a Sex Pistol in possession of it... He shall die!!!
Thinking back, that little Harmony Rocket II probably saved my life.
A guy off his skull on something came into the venue we were playing and apparently asked the idiot on the door if he could sing with the band. The idiot says "Sure." Neither of them thought to tell us so the first I knew about it was when this guy leaps onto the stage, shouts "Tramp!" into the mike, and jumps off again.
This happened 5 or 6 times then suddenly he decided that if I wasn't going to be a Rufus Thomas to his Aretha Franklin then he wanted to sing more than one word and tried to wrench the mike away from my face. Naturally my first instinct was to grab it back, and suddenly I found myself losing a wrist wrestling match with a gorilla. This was when Macho Man decided to borrow my body. With one final massive effort I wrenched the mike out of his grasp and went on with the song.
For about 0.5 of a second.
Next thing I know the guy's back on the stage slamming his fist into what he apparently thinks is my stomach, the fact that I'm wearing a guitar seemingly having missed his attention. His fist hit the strings and continued on until it hit the pickup - and the screws that were holding it in place. Macho Man was incensed, his immediate reaction being to whip my guitar off and punch the guy's lights out right there on the stage, but he was already gone, running out of the hall with blood pouring from his hand and leaving me with no recourse but to make chicken noises from the stage.
The guitar was pretty bloodstained so I stuck a "This machine kills" notice on the pick-guard and polished the stains up to a nice lustre.
Suddenly I feel really bad about losing that guitar.
If I should ever see a Sex Pistol in possession of it... He shall die!!!
WIDGETIZE
Red # 19. July 2008, 20:58
If you see one with possession of it- Tell them about me.
Roflmaooooo!
That sucks, though... It sounds like that guitar had been through a lto... And then to have lost it...
Who stole it?
You never told me... WAS it one of the Sex Pistols? Lol.
Deke # 21. July 2008, 23:26
I saw him a few month's later and he asked if it was still in good condition after his kid brought it back, I told him I hadn't got it back. He looked like thunder (Which considering he was Trinidadian was quite some feat...) and said he'd get back to me.
Several months after that I saw him again and he said "That guitar. Tell me what it was worth. I'm going to have to pay you for it." I told him it had no value that I could put on it, my mother bought it for me so even if I knew what it had cost there was no way that would equal the value it had to me. He explained that his son had brought the guitar back but couldn't get an answer when he knocked, so he'd left the guitar leaning against the door...
Bottom line, his son may have simply sold the guitar to someone else or he may have left it leaning against our door where it wouldn't have stayed for very long seeing as there were three schools on our road. Either way I never saw the guy, his son, or my guitar again.
Red # 22. July 2008, 13:32
THAT IS SOOOO SAD!!!!!
THAT SUCKSSS!!!!!
/THREE/ SCHOOLS?!
WTF!?
Maaaan... It sounds so COOL, too...