We grinned and bared it and crossed the shows off the itinerary, one by one. In the backstage of the Montreux show, the dressing rooms were sectioned off with cloth screens with metal framework...no ceilings. All the bands were in the same giant room, which had the thin dividers. Close quarters, but nice and clean. My Dad was chilling in the room, hanging with us, listening to everything going on. Dad was always a hardcore supporter of all things Max. He once told me that Max was the most perfect person he had ever met! To make long story short, they were great friends!
Anyway, back to the tale....Someone from production came in and mentioned that Max wouldn't be able to throw water on stage, like he had been doing his entire career. This gave Max a bit of a start and my Dad got alarmed. He listened intently, and when he couldn't take the lingo, he belted out..."Who is this Slayer? Want me to pop him in the mouth?" You can imagine the explosion of laughter from all of us, imagining my Dad brawling with this man called Slayer! We all cracked up but then freaked a bit when we realized Slayer was on the other side of the screen! We still laugh our asses off, whenever we think about my Dad's outburst that day. He was ready to throw down!! Dad was keeping it real!!!
|2 wild friends|
|me and my dad...|