walk with jimmy

Chapter 106 Rock N' Roll

Well done pigeons!

When everyone didn't react...

James was dying of excitement.

He jumped three feet high on the stage, grabbed the microphone and excitedly raised his arms and shouted: "Rock N' Roll (rock)! Rock N' Roll (rock)! Rock N' Roll (rock)!"

The female audience below started screaming, but this time not for the band, but for the pigeon shit on them.

Once again, the male audience was so angry that they threw beer bottles at the stage: "You idiot, shut up!"

The pigeons are cooing and flapping their wings and flying around in the air, their eyes are innocent, pure and beautiful.

The audience yelled and cursed.

The chaos of the scene is beyond words.

But James was still bouncing up and down on the stage, laughing and shouting from time to time: "Rock and roll is awesome!"

Lance next to him laughed until tears came out.

The crew in charge of the show was going crazy and had no idea how to handle the situation.

They ran around the stage, calming and blocking the excited audience, while looking at the tour manager Bill for help, with a very pitiful expression.

At this time, Bill hurriedly bent over and ran onto the stage.

But he looked left and right, and found that the unsatisfactory lead singer was only interested in amusing the audience; the usually calm guitarist Lance was also busy laughing this time; I grabbed a bag of melon seeds and watched the show gloatingly.

In the end, only the steady drummer seemed reliable.

Bill ran over and said, "Baldwin, think of a way."

Baldwin just took a sip of a bottle of beer next to the drum kit, looked sideways at him, his expression remained calm, and he even spoke in an unhurried tone: "What do you think?"

Bill said anxiously: "How can you perform like this? Why don't you talk to James and the others, and let everyone pause for a while and let the audience go out and clean up?"

Baldwin replied slowly, "No, that's fine."

Bill was dying of anxiety: "Are you kidding me? What good is a suit of bird shit?"

"it does not matter."

Baldwin said nicely, "Don't worry, they'll soon forget about bird droppings."

"how is this possible?"

Bill hasn't finished talking yet...

Baldwin smiled.

Then, without even saying hello, he suddenly waved the drumstick in his hand, and the sound of the bass drum sounded one after another, 'bang bang bang', obviously there was only one person and a few drums, but it created a large army Overwhelming super aura!

Before Bill could react, "The show has begun", there was a heart-piercing roar in his ear: "Ahh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

He was startled, and when he looked up, he saw James holding the microphone and blasting a high note. The kind of emotion burst out from the depths of his body, without any artificiality or exaggeration. Pure and unadulterated emotions poured out naturally. Down, crush the audience.

Without turning his head, James sang along with the drums in tacit understanding: "C~Crazy! Ne~NeverDie!"

At the same time, guitar and bass are inserted simultaneously.

The tacit understanding of the four people was displayed to the extreme.

They don't need to discuss it in advance.

At the beginning of Baldwin's drumming, James immediately opened his mouth to sing, Lance followed the trend, and Theo filled in the gaps, using bass to blend the rhythm of the drums and the melody of the guitar, making the whole song a whole.

The intense melody, the indistinguishable sharp voice at the treble, the crisp strumming, and the fire-breathing scream through the speakers.

The black-haired guitarist standing in front of the stage was casually smoking a cigarette, and swayed his tall and thin body to the music, seemingly elegant but sullen; the blond lead singer next to him was bright and dazzling, running back and forth emotionally, vigorously Waving his arms, his seemingly thin body burst out with a huge volume.

Give me a fucking high!

Who has time to care about bird shit!

Yes, no one cares.

In the beginning, there were people complaining about bird poop, but soon they were completely immersed in the music.

"You look all right."

After the show, one of the most scolding audience members came over and said so.

Prior to this, James had an argument with Davis, who had just finished: "Why can Baldwin drink beer on stage, but I can't?"

As a result, Davis heard: "What? Baldwin is drinking beer on stage?"

James: ...

Davis immediately ran to give Baldwin a lesson.

Baldwin almost died of anger.

As soon as Davis left, he snarled at James in a rare way: "You can't fucking shut up!"

Because of the wrongdoing, James didn't dare to talk back.

At this time, the annoying audience happened to hit the gun, and he turned his head and sneered, "I'm good at fighting. Next time you dare to throw a fucking wine bottle, I'll rush down and slap you in the face."

audience:……

But anyway, the performance is really wonderful.

And, this pigeon shit incident wasn't just a blip on Planet's tour.At the same time, it later became an important event in the history of rock music.

About 20 years later, the famous magazine "Rolling Stone", which has participated in and made the entire history of rock music, rated it as one of the important performances that changed the history of rock music.

It became the first turning point in Planet's career.

It was also after this performance that lead singer James' typhoon officially entered the craziest period, and the overall music style of the band has also changed from fast-paced, but soft in essence, to relatively popular love songs and teenagers' troubles and rebelliousness. Things turned to a more in-depth direction.

However, people at the time could not have imagined that far.

The audience enjoyed a passionate performance, and the four members of the band vented all the depression and depression after coming to the United States.

Matt, the head of the American Music Company, happened to be nearby, and after receiving the news that the band's White Dove performance was successful and well received...

He was at the Holiday Inn where the band was staying and prepared a celebration party for them.

This person is usually annoying, but he is very capable at critical moments.

So, when he happily pushed a cart of different brands of Scotch whiskey, brandy, vodka, etc., and of course, the indispensable champagne, when he appeared in front of everyone...

James looked at him as if he saw a live Santa Claus coming to deliver warmth!

That night, he, who hadn't had a good time drinking for a long time, ignored everyone's obstruction, got completely drunk and staggered drunk.

The last lingering impression in my mind is...

He climbed onto a dining table and danced a striptease to his guitarist...Lance seemed to be annoyed and forced him down?

When I woke up the next day, it was already noon.

James found himself lying in the cramped touring car again, and couldn't help complaining angrily: "Shit? Shouldn't we have a day off? Why sleep in the car again?"

There was silence in the car.

Nobody wants to talk to him.

Lance bowed his head and turned the pages of the book expressionlessly; Theo used a small spoon to dig out the jelly and eat it; Baldwin listened to music with headphones, and instinctively tapped his fingers on the table to beat the beat.

James looked around and sat up suddenly with a headache, his green eyes opened pitifully: "What's the matter? What happened? Uh, Bill? What's going on?"

The super nanny who was named, their tour manager Bill tried to answer politely: "Jimmy, do you remember what happened last night?"

"Last night, I..."

James blinked, green eyes glanced at Lance a little embarrassedly: "Uh, I'm drunk. You understand? Drunk me, then it's not me. Well, if I remember correctly, I Did you do a striptease? It’s nothing, right! I’ve been in dance classes for almost half a year, and my skills should be fine, so you’re watching it for nothing, isn’t it good?”

"But you're more than just a striptease," Bill said in a blur.

James blinked: "Oh?"

Bill replied with difficulty: "You knelt on the table and kissed... uh, kissed Lance."

James blushed a little, and pretended to be calm and said, "Oh, it's okay, Lance won't mind."

"You, you pissed in Matt's wine glass. Matt's face is green."

"You're not kidding, are you?"

Bill smiled bitterly: "I want to too."

"Fuck! Am I so fierce?" James sighed.

But he soon became confident: "Actually, it's nothing. I probably drank too much and couldn't find the toilet. Besides, if I don't pee in the cup, do I pee in his mouth? Anyway, in the cup, he can choose to drink or not. Don't force anyone..."

"But it's not over yet."

"What? Did I really force him to drink with a knife? Do I actually hate him so much?"

"Is that the case...Lance couldn't bear to see you go crazy, so he carried you back to the room and let you sleep."

"Oh, then it's all right?"

"But as soon as you pretended to be asleep, you sneaked out as soon as Lance left. You don't know what happened. Anyway, you drove Matt's car away and drove directly into the hotel swimming pool."

"Wait, say it again, what did I do?"

"You drove Matt's car into the hotel pool."

"What did I do?"

"Yes, after we fished you out of the swimming pool, everyone was kicked out of the hotel."

"..."

Bill said feebly, "So, starting yesterday, the Planets have been banned from the Holiday Inn for life."

There was silence in the car.

Everyone raised their heads in unison.

They condemned, or annoyed, or waited helplessly to see how the terrible lead singer would react.

But James thought about it, and only said one sentence: "Sounds like what a rock star should do."

Then, he raised his arm high above his head as if on a stage, waved it lazily, and shouted the slogan like a child: "Yeah! Yeah! Rock N' Roll! Rock N' Roll! Rock N' Roll!"