Rock and Roll Stories

[Tomblands]

They may be real, they may be rubbish. But everyone loves a good rock and roll story. Share yours, here are a couple of my own...

 

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There was a guy named Barry (it may not be his name, but I can't remember the name from the original story). Barry was a generally nice chap who lived on a houseboat and travelled around the canals and waterways of the London area. One day, whilst moving in his houseboat, he got word of a nasty storm about to hit the area. Being a sensible chap, Barry decided to tie up and ride out the storm. The nearest berth he found appeared to be a private berth at the bottom of the garden of a large house. Barry tied up and wandered up to the house to check it was ok to berth there. The owner of the house, being a friendly chap, said that was fine and even invited Barry up for breakfast the following morning.

 

The next morning, over breakfast, the friendly chap introduced himself as Jimmy and after learning that Barry didn't have a job, offered him the free use of his berth in return for doing oddjobs around the house and garden. Barry accepted this offer and became good friends with Jimmy. One night, Barry suggested they go to the pub for a pint.

 

In the pub, Barry became a bit confused about how people were acting around Jimmy. People were coming up to him and getting his autograph and calling him "my hero".

 

"Jimmy, why are these guys getting your autograph, are you famous or something?" asked Barry.

 

"Well yeah" replied Jimmy, "I'm in a band".

 

"Really?" said Barry, "what is your band called?"

 

"Led Zeppelin" replied Jimmy

 

"Never heard of you, are you good?" replied Barry.

 

For those of you who haven't clicked, Barry's mate was Jimmy Page of Led Zeppelin.

 

A few years down the road, Barry and Jimmy were still friends. Whilst eating breakfast one morning they read about a competition on the back of a cereal packet to have a pop band come and play at your house. Barry and Jimmy entered. And won.

 

Apparently Atomic Kitten sh*t themselves when they turned up to play a gig at Jimmy Page's house.

[Kevin]

Is yun actually true or am i just gullible, good story if it is!. I'm Listening tae Zeppelin eenoo!

[lec]

Canna believe da last bit aboot Atomic Kitten - dey wid nivvir o kent wha Led Zep wis, let alon Jimmy Page....

[Tomblands]

I have no idea if it's true. I really really want it to be true, but I don't know.

 

Next story:

 

So there, I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopkeeper and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really, but sure enough I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.

[Kevin]

Haha!, I was quoting the bit about the "bloody great big Bengal tiger" the other night. I love Wayne's World!

[Njugle]

I remember what was probably our best ever gig as a band in the Brae Hall many years ago when our lead guitarist, canna mind his right name, i think it was Gus, anyway, it was a brilliant gig and the crowd was huge and all cheering and jumping around when in the outro solo of a favourite number the guitarist bent a note so high and so hard that his finger broke off, flew into the crowd and landed in Jamie Duncan's hair. Fourteen hours and three cases of JD later we gave up looking for it. I did hear tell it was found eventually and Jamie uses it as a bottleneck to this day. Gus was never the same after that, he emigrated to Australia and started wearing a schoolboy outfit whenever he played. Weirdo.