Apologies if you've heard this, but its a fab tale!
"Pensioner rock band Status Quo is currently
touring UK and Europe. Back in the Quo's 80s
prime, during a tour of Australia, the tour
bus hit a kangaroo while in transit through the
desert. Everyone piled out to look and very soon
the kangaroo corpse was dressed in Quo tour
t-shirt, denims and shades, and propped up against
the bus for a photo-opportunity with the band.
However the animal was not dead, merely stunned.
Suddenly it came to, and bounded off into the
desert still dressed like Rick Parfitt. The band
and roadies fell about laughing and wandered
back on to the bus... until someone realised
that the denim jacket they put on the kangaroo
belonged to the bus driver... and it still
had the keys to the bus in it."
Great rock anecdotes .....
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- KVRian
- 1408 posts since 9 May, 2003 from Manchester, UK
http://chrisamusic.bandcamp.com/
"It's square to be hip"
"It's square to be hip"
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- KVRAF
- 2123 posts since 29 Mar, 2004 from Lincolnshire, UK
I love daft rock n roll stories like this even if some of them aren't true!
nice find Chris!
nice find Chris!
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- Boss Lovin' DR
- 14312 posts since 15 Mar, 2002 from the grimness of yorkshire
Hehe, this one was in the observer music magazine a few weeks ago;
http://observer.guardian.co.uk/omm/stor ... 35,00.html
'Eyes blazing and mouth wet with urine Ozzy looked straight at me: "Do that, Sixx"'
In 1984, Motley Crüe supported Ozzy Osbourne on tour - and finally met their match, as Nikki Sixx relates below:
Ozzy hardly spent a night on his tour bus: he was always on ours. He'd burst through the door with a baggie full of coke, singing, 'I am the krelley man, doing all the krell that I can, I can,' and we'd snort up the krell all night long, until the bus stopped and we were in the next city.
In one case, that city happened to be Lakeland, Florida. We rolled out of the bus and went straight to the bar, which was separated from the swimming pool deck by a glass window. Ozzy pulled off his pants and stuck a dollar bill in his ass crack, then walked into the bar, offering the dollar to each couple inside. When an elderly lady began to cuss him out, Ozzy grabbed her bag and took off running. He came back to the pool wearing nothing but a little day dress he had found in the bag. We were cracking up, though we weren't sure whether his antics were evidence of a wicked sense of humour or a severe case of schizophrenia.
We were hanging out, us in T-shirts and leather, Ozzy in the dress, when all of a sudden Ozzy nudged me. 'Hey, mate, I fancy a bump.'
'Dude,' I told him, 'we're out of blow. Maybe I can send the bus driver out for some.'
'Give me the straw,' he said, unfazed.
'But, dude, there's no blow.'
'Give me the straw. I'm having a bump.'
I handed him the straw, and he walked over to a crack in the sidewalk and bent over it. I saw a long column of ants, marching to a little sand dugout built where the pavement met the dirt. And as I thought, 'No, he wouldn't,' he did. He sent the entire line of ants tickling up his nose with a single, monstrous snort. Then he hiked up the sundress, grabbed his dick, and pissed on the pavement. Without even looking at his growing audience - everyone on the tour was watching him while the old women and families on the pool deck were pretending not to - he knelt down and, getting the dress soggy in the puddle, lapped it up. He didn't just flick it with his tongue, he took a half-dozen long, lingering, and thorough strokes like a cat. Then he stood up and, eyes blazing and mouth wet with urine, looked straight at me. 'Do that, Sixx'.
I swallowed and sweated. But this was peer pressure that I could not refuse. After all he had done so much for Mötley Crüe. And, if we wanted to maintain our reputation as rock's most cretinous band, I couldn't back down, not with everyone watching. I unzipped my pants and whipped out my dick in full view of everybody in the bar and around the pool. 'I don't give a f**k,' I thought to steady myself as I made my puddle. 'I'll lick up my piss. Who cares?'
But, as I bent down to finish what I had begun, Ozzy swooped in and beat me to it. There he was, on all fours at my feet, licking up my pee. I threw up my hands: 'You win.'
http://observer.guardian.co.uk/omm/stor ... 35,00.html
'Eyes blazing and mouth wet with urine Ozzy looked straight at me: "Do that, Sixx"'
In 1984, Motley Crüe supported Ozzy Osbourne on tour - and finally met their match, as Nikki Sixx relates below:
Ozzy hardly spent a night on his tour bus: he was always on ours. He'd burst through the door with a baggie full of coke, singing, 'I am the krelley man, doing all the krell that I can, I can,' and we'd snort up the krell all night long, until the bus stopped and we were in the next city.
In one case, that city happened to be Lakeland, Florida. We rolled out of the bus and went straight to the bar, which was separated from the swimming pool deck by a glass window. Ozzy pulled off his pants and stuck a dollar bill in his ass crack, then walked into the bar, offering the dollar to each couple inside. When an elderly lady began to cuss him out, Ozzy grabbed her bag and took off running. He came back to the pool wearing nothing but a little day dress he had found in the bag. We were cracking up, though we weren't sure whether his antics were evidence of a wicked sense of humour or a severe case of schizophrenia.
We were hanging out, us in T-shirts and leather, Ozzy in the dress, when all of a sudden Ozzy nudged me. 'Hey, mate, I fancy a bump.'
'Dude,' I told him, 'we're out of blow. Maybe I can send the bus driver out for some.'
'Give me the straw,' he said, unfazed.
'But, dude, there's no blow.'
'Give me the straw. I'm having a bump.'
I handed him the straw, and he walked over to a crack in the sidewalk and bent over it. I saw a long column of ants, marching to a little sand dugout built where the pavement met the dirt. And as I thought, 'No, he wouldn't,' he did. He sent the entire line of ants tickling up his nose with a single, monstrous snort. Then he hiked up the sundress, grabbed his dick, and pissed on the pavement. Without even looking at his growing audience - everyone on the tour was watching him while the old women and families on the pool deck were pretending not to - he knelt down and, getting the dress soggy in the puddle, lapped it up. He didn't just flick it with his tongue, he took a half-dozen long, lingering, and thorough strokes like a cat. Then he stood up and, eyes blazing and mouth wet with urine, looked straight at me. 'Do that, Sixx'.
I swallowed and sweated. But this was peer pressure that I could not refuse. After all he had done so much for Mötley Crüe. And, if we wanted to maintain our reputation as rock's most cretinous band, I couldn't back down, not with everyone watching. I unzipped my pants and whipped out my dick in full view of everybody in the bar and around the pool. 'I don't give a f**k,' I thought to steady myself as I made my puddle. 'I'll lick up my piss. Who cares?'
But, as I bent down to finish what I had begun, Ozzy swooped in and beat me to it. There he was, on all fours at my feet, licking up my pee. I threw up my hands: 'You win.'
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- Banned
- 18651 posts since 2 Oct, 2001 from England
Thats the story from the movie Kangaroo Jack, but it was a passport, not keys.Manc Chris wrote:Apologies if you've heard this, but its a fab tale!
"Pensioner rock band Status Quo is currently
touring UK and Europe. Back in the Quo's 80s
prime, during a tour of Australia, the tour
bus hit a kangaroo while in transit through the
desert. Everyone piled out to look and very soon
the kangaroo corpse was dressed in Quo tour
t-shirt, denims and shades, and propped up against
the bus for a photo-opportunity with the band.
However the animal was not dead, merely stunned.
Suddenly it came to, and bounded off into the
desert still dressed like Rick Parfitt. The band
and roadies fell about laughing and wandered
back on to the bus... until someone realised
that the denim jacket they put on the kangaroo
belonged to the bus driver... and it still
had the keys to the bus in it."
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- KVRian
- Topic Starter
- 1408 posts since 9 May, 2003 from Manchester, UK
Kriminal wrote:Thats the story from the movie Kangaroo Jack, but it was a passport, not keys.Manc Chris wrote:Apologies if you've heard this, but its a fab tale!
"Pensioner rock band Status Quo is currently
touring UK and Europe. Back in the Quo's 80s
prime, during a tour of Australia, the tour
bus hit a kangaroo while in transit through the
desert. Everyone piled out to look and very soon
the kangaroo corpse was dressed in Quo tour
t-shirt, denims and shades, and propped up against
the bus for a photo-opportunity with the band.
However the animal was not dead, merely stunned.
Suddenly it came to, and bounded off into the
desert still dressed like Rick Parfitt. The band
and roadies fell about laughing and wandered
back on to the bus... until someone realised
that the denim jacket they put on the kangaroo
belonged to the bus driver... and it still
had the keys to the bus in it."
Really? .. Well, it seems that the urban myth crewe have awarded that to the Quo. http://chrisamusic.bandcamp.com/
"It's square to be hip"
"It's square to be hip"
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- KVRAF
- 13444 posts since 14 Nov, 2000 from Hannover / Germany
And it would fit just fine too.Manc Chris wrote:
Only such idiots are ruthless enough to make fun of a (supposedly) dead animal they just killed.
There are 3 kinds of people:
Those who can do maths and those who can't.
Those who can do maths and those who can't.
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- KVRAF
- 3588 posts since 13 May, 2004 from montreal
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- KVRAF
- 2123 posts since 29 Mar, 2004 from Lincolnshire, UK
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- KVRAF
- 3588 posts since 13 May, 2004 from montreal
For tons of scarier anecdotes from the same bunch of people, I can heartily recommend Michael Moynihan's book 'Lords of Chaos' published by Feral House, which is one of the best pieces of music journalism I've ever read. http://www.feralhouse.com
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- KVRian
- Topic Starter
- 1408 posts since 9 May, 2003 from Manchester, UK
dystonia_ek wrote:http://www.nme.com/news/104435.htm
I blame Vincent Furnier.
I mean, you'll never see that at a Gareth Gates gig.
http://chrisamusic.bandcamp.com/
"It's square to be hip"
"It's square to be hip"
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- KVRAF
- 3588 posts since 13 May, 2004 from montreal
Yeah, nothing's funnier than stabbing your bandmates to death after dynamiting a few churches.oldevil wrote:gotta luv those norwegians...great sense of humor..
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- KVRAF
- 1981 posts since 26 Oct, 2003 from Toronto
And then Ozzy gets the best reality show on TV going.
It almost makes me ashamed to be part of the future.
- lovely story Tugger!
It almost makes me ashamed to be part of the future.
- lovely story Tugger!
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- KVRist
- 180 posts since 7 Oct, 2004 from NL
mmmmmmmmmmm Alice CooperManc Chris wrote:dystonia_ek wrote:http://www.nme.com/news/104435.htm
I blame Vincent Furnier.
I mean, you'll never see that at a Gareth Gates gig.
Jaap