LadyJane wrote on Jul 16
th, 2008 at 7:01am:
Gazza wrote on Jul 16
th, 2008 at 6:02am:
parmeda wrote on Jul 16
th, 2008 at 1:16am:
The outragously funny account of Voodoo singing to his shoe (was that at Giants or MSG?) It doesn't matter. It was fucking funny!
Giants. I believe it was Moonie who somehow managed to randomly find him alone in the middle of a crowd of 60,000 drunkenly serenading his ripped sneaker.
I stand corrected.
Even worse...getting lost at Giants stadium!!!!!
LOL
LJ.
Was he lost? How would he have known? Would he have cared? I think it was more a case of being drunk and daft.
We DID lose him at MSG two nights earlier. As he'd decided to go at the last minute, he wasnt sitting with Jaxx and myself, so we'd all agreed to meet at a bar a block or so away (Mustang Harrys, I think).
Everyone made it there after the gig but Voodoo. We stayed until around 2 am and then walked back about 15 blocks to Jaxx's sister's apartment in the pissing rain, stepping over a few winos en route, wondering what had happened to our comrade, and fearing the worst. How the fuck can you get lost walking one block south on 8th Avenue?
We arrived back to find him tucked up in bed, snoring (and probably farting) like a freight train. He was wandering around the Garden after the show in a drunken state and just happened to be found by Jaxx's sister, who was on her way out of the gig, having been seated elsewhere in the arena. She brought his drunken ass home. His natural homing instinct had come up trumps again.
My own everlasting memory of that trip occurred once I arrived in New York. Jaxx hadnt told me or anyone else that he was coming (they wanted to surprise me), but unknown to me he'd secured a ticket at the last minute.
I'd got the bus to Grand Central and was walking down Park Avenue, respectably dressed in a suit (it wasnt long after 9/11 and for some reason we'd been advised to look respectable and non threatening when flying into the US) and minding my own business. I'd got about as far as 31st Street when I could swear I hears this voice..."Gazza!"....No, I thought. I'm 3,000 miles from home. No one knows me in New York.
Walked on another 20 steps...."Gazza!"..... I thought, there's something fishy goin' on here.....and then the voice goes again..."Gazza - You Cocksucker!".....At this point I curled my right hand into a fist and turned around to confront my aggressor - and there's this Mexican lunatic standin' there with a shit-eatin grin on his face and his arms wide apart...
"What the fuck are YOU doin' here?" I said, disbelievingly
"I'm here to see the Stones!"
(At this point, I'm beginning to get edgy as I've been told the apartment we're staying in is pretty small, has one bedroom and only one person normally lives in it..)
"Uh...great....and where are you staying?"
"I'm staying with YOU!!!!"
"Oh fuck!!"
A chaotic few days ensued as you can imagine, but we had a hoot.