Random ramble without naming names ...
Got the opportunity to hang out with one of europe's greatest rock bands, on a sunday! This is not america ...
Me and B. met for coffee at the hotel bar at 11:30 AM. We both were looking a little rough ... Told B. I got a message from Martin G. in the UK (in fact A-OK) and B. was still trying to wake up, but I think he got it. Heavy. But I don't really care about rock stars, just jammin' gentlemen, good musicians they must be (for me). Indeed. Then we walked over to the other side of the street, battling drizzle, to meet Moses, a great producer of rrrrock music, in his studio. Now it was noon, noon was now. HIGH NOON! Holy Moses, show me the way! There is no Doubting Thomas, call me Todd Apostle. Part the ears of our listeners, pave the way to my River Of SOUND! (Man, oh man, I need some sleep ...)
Then we started listening to music and drinking coffee. After this, we drank some more coffee and listened to some more music. We've got a plan for the man. Let's record some shit! (that is good) Good shit, let's make a hit! We talked about bands we've heard, bands we've played with, bands we've seen, bands we've been in, thousands of bands, the band's-width, the witches breath, the width of tape, (I gave Moses a TAPE! nobody does that shit anymore), we talked about shitty bands, shitty gigs, titty gigs, we discussed band bullshit and music industry bullshit! (galore!) We rambled on about fans and groupies, then we talked about bands and drank some coffee ...
HAPPY FUCKIN' NEW YEAR and now the coffee has just kicked in.
Speakin' of hard rock, one time I played a gig in Schwerin, somewhere in germany, at a youth club called The Holy Stone. Which has absolutely nothing to do with this story!
About this time, singer A. walked in. We'll call him Kid A. I call him Mr. White. He's alright. He's tight. He's dyyyno-mite! He's a singer and a stinger, a swinger in hard-rock fashion, with serious passion. He's got a rough 'n' rockin' voice, strong. Raw. He's got the GROWL like Dave Grohl. My song, "Imitation" was playing in the background. Talk about the REAL THING. Said it's Heavy-Metal Swing. Yeahhh ...
Some where in-between someone said, "Hey - do you want a coffee?"
Through gritted teeth I said, "Yesss, please ..." (OK, I stole that from Henry Rollins, his book "Black Coffee Blues" is one of my favourites. But Henry wasn't there, it's impossible because I happen to know that he's in Pakistan. Yes, Pakistan. Islamambad is baaadddd!) There's always a little more room for the Black Gold. Churn, stomach, churn. Time to be AWAKE.
Now that I've played games with names (to drive you insanes) well - if you can figure out who these guys are, you're smarter than the average Bear. Beware ... I'm a mean one, G., and I wanna make a CD right here and now with these motherfuckers, and especially with Moses! And boys, if you're reading this, THANK YOU for taking the time for me on a sunday - we made it holy. Keep rockin'. (I know ya will.) Peace, -Todd
Posted by calico at January 08, 2008 04:55 PM