My OperaRambo the guitar.
Saturday, July 19, 2008 9:48:26 AM
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!!!
