Tell us a story, Auntie Wordsmith!
Once upon a time some really weird sh** happened.
You can't have spent so darn much time in cars, vans, motorhomes, tour buses, airplanes, taxis, trains, subways, shuttles and ships without racking up a tremendous load of you'd-never-believe-it tales.
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Invading The Thanksgiving Day Parade
If Santa had known what we were up to, we'd've gotten the lump of coal.
Early 90's, Youngstown, Ohio. B(h), awaking on Thanksgiving morning after a rip roaring show the evening before, heads back to the club in order to load out and head to our next gig: Thanksgiving evening in Detroit. On our way outta town we are stopped by police barricades and impatiently watch the local Thanksgiving parade strolls by, blocking our exit. Immediately following the last float - Santa himself, of course - we file neatly behind, and in a fit of mischief, we become the last float with Word E. Smith in his 'Santaman' garb, waving to all the confused kids and parents. Things get creepier when Joel dons a Jason-esque hockey mask in the front seat. Strangely, we completely got away with it. Later we heard it made the local news. Youngstown always was a wonderfully demented place.
The Price of Fame
Sometimes ya gotta warm up for the Fabulous Shitheads in order to get ahead. Sad but true.