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| C.C. BANANA MSX TOUR DIARY! ENTRY #2 |
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| July 4th, 2003 |
| Hello again, everyone! Welcome to the second entry of my Metal Sludge Extravaganza Tour Diary! |
| Today the monolithic MSX Tour barrels into The Downtown in Farmingdale, NY. Undeterred by the unfortunate incident that prematurely ended my NJ hosting duties, C.C. Banana prepares to lead the Sludgeaholic assault on Long Island! Though rumors run rampant that I may now renege on my pending public appearances, this famous fruit refuses to fail his fanatical fans! |
| (Please note that all times are again approximated, since I hadn't yet gotten the hang of writing them down along the way.) |
| 4:30 PM |
| C.C. Banana and the Banana 7 crew near the end of our long drive from New Jersey. Our Bananamobile is piled high with T-shirts, patches, panties and other rare and exclusive Sludgendise! We also play courier to three priority Metal Sludge care packages, to be delivered to key MSX personnel. Along the way, Long Island rock radio institution WBAB airs an advertisement for the Metal Sludge Extravaganza! Amazingly, in addition to hyping all 3 MSX bands, it even announces C.C. Banana as the host! I grow ripe with anticipation. |
| 5:00 PM |
| My crew and I arrive at The Downtown, where both MSX tour buses are already securely nestled. We park alongside, stretch our legs and speak with the Sludgeaholics already on line for the show. |
| 5:15 PM |
| Upon entering the club, the first member of the MSX Tour I encounter is Chip from Enuff Z'Nuff. I inform Chip of his awaiting Sludgeaholic delivery, and he accompanies me to the Bananamobile to collect his band's care package. I am also sure to give him a copy of my BACKSTAGE BANANA video. Chip gleefully disappears into the Pretty Boy Floyd / Enuff Z'Nuff tour bus to inspect his loot. |
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| 5:30 PM |
| Inside the club once again, Chip's bandmate John Monaco approaches, dressed in a familiar white tank top and rumpled black pants. He tells me that he is extremely tired, that his throat is sore and that his voice is shot. This is Monaco's first tour of duty fronting Enuff Z'Nuff, and after 3 solid weeks the grueling MSX schedule is beginning to take its toll. |
| In Monaco's hand is a letter he'd just received from a sick friend. Though engrossed in its contents, Monaco insists on apologizing for tackling me onstage at the NJ Metal Sludge Extravaganza. He claims to now regret his participation in the stunt, especially in light of the negligent havoc that ensued later that evening. |
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| "You even wrote me that nice e-mail. Nobody else did that!" he added, referring to the salutations I'd sent to him and the other individual MSX band members before the start of the tour. |
| I tell Monaco to simply fork over the $30 he'd been paid to jump me, and that all would be forgiven. |
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| 5:45 PM |
| I spy Steve Summers from Pretty Boy Floyd tending to the MSX merchandise table. I call him over, and hand him the PBF care package. Steve graciously accepts, then scurries away to the bowls of the club to inspect his Sludgeaholic bounty. |
| 6:00 PM |
| C.C. Banana rehearses alone near the Bananamobile. I've had to make a few last-minute adjustments to my act, and I want to make sure that I don't forget my lines! |
| I also spend a few moments greeting the arriving Sludgeaholics. These include Ravyn, whose story I told (and whose name I misspelled) in my first diary entry, and some cool guys from Boston whose names I can't remember for the life of me. At least I won't end up misspelling them. |
| 6:45 PM |
| As Banana 7 and I unload our gear from the Bananamobile, Brent Muscat from Faster Pussycat arrives at the venue in a red car driven by a beautiful female friend. Parking nearby, he immediately approaches and offers his sympathies regarding the abovementioned unfortunate incident. Brent explains that he and the band were quite dismayed at the irresponsible behavior on display at that show, and that all would be revealed in the fourth installment of his tour diary. If there's a silver lining to this otherwise dark cloud, it's that C.C. Banana is making quite a few new friends! |
| Brent's excellent and honest MSX Tour Diary is viewable HERE: |
| http://www.metal-sludge.com/MSXTourDiary.htm |
| Today's encounter is only the third time I've met the magnanimous Mr. Muscat. The first was during the summer of 2002, when Brent spotted me backstage at a Poison concert and called me over to pose for photos with the band! Just call me C.C. Bananazi. |
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| The second was a brief exchange on February 20, 2003 when he and L.A. Guns played a small NJ nightclub. Though their performance was top notch, the venue itself was in a sorry state of disrepair -- exposed wiring, crumbling ceiling material, few visible exit signs and a noticeable lack of proper ventilation. To make matters worse, the front entrance appeared to be the only way in or out of the club! Even the band members themselves needed to push through the capacity crowd (of maybe 150 people) just to reach the stage. I remember wondering that if any emergency were to arise (loss of power, drunken brawl, dropped cigarette), would I be able to get out safely? |
| These thoughts were swirling through my head at approximately 11:15 PM, the very time that an even more horrific scenario was playing itself out at a Great White concert in Rhode Island. I remind Brent of this portentous evening, and he somberly acknowledges. |
| Finally, I offer Brent the Faster Pussycare package, which he eagerly tears into! Oodles of snacks, supplies and other Sludgeaholic surprises come tumbling out, including a copy of my BACKSTAGE BANANA video! Naturally, I throw in a C.C. Banana T-shirt to complete the set. |
| 7:10 PM |
| Inside the club, Faster Pussycat's Fast Tommy pulls me aside to review the evening's schedule. He explains that as host it is essential that I promote the MSX drum kit raffle, and emphasizes the importance that my banana bits not run overtime. I tell him to make sure that nobody tackles me while I'm singing and he's got himself a deal. |
| 7:20 PM |
| I notice a really tall guy in a long sleeve red shirt watching me as I tend to things around the club. He says nothing, but continues to stare. I try to ignore him as I go about my banana business. |
| 7:30 PM |
| I spot a teenage Sludgeaholic who has seemingly managed to enter the club early. The young gatecrasher introduces himself as J.D. Coincidentally, J.D. is also the name of Faster Pussycat's Tour Manager! Informing the youngster of this fascinating happenstance, he then points out that HE in fact is Faster Pussycat's Tour Manager! |
| I remind the whippersnapper that it is not nice to lie to his elders, and I send him on his way. |
| 7:45 PM |
| The really tall guy in the red shirt is still staring at me, silent as ever. Only now he is also flashing me some kind of metal high-sign. I again pretend not to notice. |
| 8:00 PM |
| The Downtown opens its doors, and the most dedicated of Sludgeaholics enter the club. Many are sporting their finest red, white and blue to ring in the 4th with Faster and friends! I retreat to the privacy of the downstairs dressing room to continue rehearsing my act. |
| 8:30 PM |
| The really tall guy finally breaks his silence and introduces himself to C.C. Banana. He turns out to be Danny Nordahl from Faster Pussycat! Danny explains that he'd watched my BACKSTAGE BANANA video on the tour bus this afternoon, and that he'd absolutely loved it! He'd been trying to introduce himself to me all night, though he'd gotten the impression that I was ignoring him! I apologize for the misunderstanding and proceed to talk shop with the towering rocker. |
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| 9:15 PM |
| I receive word that it is time for the Metal Sludge Extravaganza to begin! As a precaution, I send in my alter ego A.J. to set the stage for my return. Good looking boy, that A.J. Talented, too. He'll go far in this biz. |
| A.J. greets the patriotic Sludgeaholics and welcomes them to the Independence Day MSX event! For the benefit of those who have not already heard, he delivers the troubling news that C.C. Banana had been involved in a calamitous mishap toward the end of the NJ Metal Sludge Extravaganza. A.J. urges the crowd not to worry, and encourages everyone to be cool and enjoy the show. He assures them that C.C. Banana does not wish to let down his Long Island fans, and that C.C. will most likely be onstage a little later. The Sludgeaholics breathe a sigh of relief. |
| More information on the handsome and charismatic A.J. is available HERE: |
| http://www.metal-sludge.com/SOTM3-03.htm |
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| Then, as if my assistants couldn't get any better looking, A.J. is joined by the lovely J.J. (no relation). J.J. has more girlie curves than an entire issue of Playboy, and aspires to one day become Sludgette of the Month! She is one of two escorts who often accompany me at personal appearances as "C.C. and the DDs." I always travel with two of them because it's better for conversation. Since if there winds up being any, I don't have to be involved. This I say with my sincerest of apologies to Mr. David Lee Roth. Though J.J. is flying solo this evening, I am of course on the lookout for someone qualified to fill the other cup. |
| A.J. and J.J. quiz the Sludgeaholics with Metal Sludge Stupid Trivia. In exchange for their correct answers, fans are rewarded with valuable Sludgendise! When asked how many penis sizes are listed on Donna Anderson's world famous penis chart, a woman working at the MSX merchandise table exuberantly blurts, "ONE HUNDRED!" A.J. politely informs her that the question hadn't asked how many men she herself had slept with during the Metal Sludge Extravaganza Tour. |
| To see all the cool stuff you could have won if you were lucky enough to be in attendance, click HERE: |
| http://www.metalsludge.tv/store |
| Also awarded are several C.C. Banana T-shirts, although before distributing them to the winners the buoyant J.J. inexplicably stuffs them inside her sparkly tube top. As if she needs the help. |
| More information on the multitalented J.J. is available HERE: |
| http://www.JJWilder.com |
| 9:30 PM |
| Opening act J.Rad hits the stage and kicks off the Metal Sludge Extravaganza. Either these guys are local favorites, or they've brought a lot of friends and family with them, because the place goes absolutely bonkers. Though I've never heard their music before, I do remember Poison bringing them onstage at a recent Jones Beach concert, to sing backup during their encore. So clearly they must be doing something right. Of note is the fact that their lead guitarist is only 14 years old. And their drummer is only 13! Regardless, the band's talent is undeniable and C.C. Banana is indeed impressed by their energizing set. |
| More information on J.Rad is available HERE: |
| http://www.JRadRocks.com |
| 9:45 PM |
| Retreating once again to the dressing room, I am greeted by a representative of another local band, Gods of Fire. These NYC newcomers will be opening the Metal Sludge Extravaganza next week in Manhattan, and they would like C.C. Banana to play a special role in their show. Their invitation intrigues me, and I place in under consideration. |
| 10:00 PM |
| The time has come for C.C. Banana to finally return to his adoring public. Though recent events have left me understandably apprehensive of potentially unruly situations, I am determined to prove false the rumors of my demise and reclaim my title as host of the Metal Sludge Extravaganza! |
| First to address the growing legions of Sludgeaholics is none other than rock radio icon, Long Island's own Fingers! I fondly remember Fingers' Metal Shop program from my halcyon college days, and I am honored to now be working with him. After reminding the crowd of the regrettable circumstances that sidelined my NJ appearance, Fingers introduces me with this classic line: |
| "Your host and I have something in common. My Harley Davidson is CHROME yellow, and his costume is FOAM yellow! Ladies and gentlemen -- C.C. Banana!" |
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| Like a boxer who is battered but unbeaten, C.C. Banana hobbles to the stage. I am wearing my crappy old banana costume, since my brand-new one sadly did not survive the unwarranted beating it endured at its NJ debut. Though I bear the scars of a battle lost, I carry with me the determination to win the war. I pause momentarily, that I might gaze upon my faithful fans. |
| At last, C.C. Banana speaks. |
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| "HELLO THERE, SLUDGEAHOLICS!" |
| The faithful cheer. |
| "MY NAME... IS... C... C... BANANA!" |
| The faithful scream! |
| Addressing the rumors alleging that C.C. Banana would not be honoring his MSX commitments, I offer the following: |
| "Always remember... that C.C. Banana... is one banana... that DOES NOT SPLIT!" |
| And with that, the faithful go nuts. |
| The banana is back, baby. |
| To thank the Sludgeaholics for their warmest of welcomes, I offer to sing them a song about the good old days of rock & roll. A song made famous by Ozzy and Sharon Osbourne, by Homer and Marge Simpson, and originally by Archie and Edith Bunker. A song I sang in duet with the one and only Jim Bob Dwarf at the Metal Sludge Extravaganza in NJ. If you're curious to know which song this is, the lyrics can be found in the first installment of the my MSX Tour Diary. |
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| After C.C. Banana pays musical homage to the glamorous bands of yesteryear, the luscious J.J. gives away more free Sludgendise! She also makes sure to hype the amazing MSX drum kit raffle, before relinquishing the stage to Pretty Boy Floyd. |
| 10:20 PM |
| The sweltering Sludgeaholics are seduced by the succulently sleazy sounds of the Leather Boyz with their Electric Toyz. |
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| I withdraw to the VIP area to enjoy the show and confer with the members of Banana 7. |
| 10:30 PM |
| Monaco joins our informal banana gathering and tells me that he really likes what I'm doing tonight! He says that my song was very funny and that he's glad the people are enjoying my act. I take this as quite the compliment, considering that the last time Monaco saw me onstage he instead felt compelled to blindside me with a running tackle. |
| I offer Monaco a C.C. Banana T-shirt, but he reminds me that I have already given him one. I'm assuming he is referring to the one I'd draped over his head in revenge for toppling me! Monaco further reveals that he's actually been sleeping in my shirt every night since then! I'm honestly not sure whether to be flattered or creeped out by his candid admission. |
| More information on Monaco and Enuff Z'Nuff is available HERE: |
| http://www.EnuffZNuff.com |
| and HERE: |
| http://www.JohnnyMonaco.com |
| 10:45 PM |
| In the Banana 7 dressing room, my guitarist R.C. Banana and I rehearse our final song of the night. Able Downtown staffer Medic kindly fills our fridge with bottles of the cold stuff, and in return asks only for a C.C. Banana T-shirt of his own! I apologize for not having any on me at the moment, but I tell him that Monaco might be willing to part with his for $30. |
| 10:50 PM |
| The younger members of J.Rad knock on the dressing room door and politely introduce themselves. They give me a copy of their CD, and I compliment them on their fine performance. I also remind them to look both ways before crossing the street and tell them to stay away from strangers with candy. As a parting thought I also encourage them to stay in school, so that they don't wind up making their living inside a sweaty yellow costume. |
| 11:00 PM |
| The crowd is larger than ever as the July 4th celebration kicks into high gear! Sludgeaholics from near and far have wisely chosen the Metal Sludge Extravaganza as the ideal way to celebrate the birth of our great nation! Keeping with the theme of the evening, the legendary Fingers continues to carve out his reputation as the man with the killer intro: |
| "And now for a little AMERICANA, let's hear it for C.C. BANANA!" |
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| The Sludgeaholics voice their enthusiasm as C.C. the Star-Spangled Banana storms the stage! Decked in my finest holiday attire, I salute the fans, blow kisses to the ladies and high-five everyone in the front row. One determined Sludgette actually reaches up from several rows back and shakes my hand. I charge her $4 for the privilege. |
| R.C. Banana plugs in his guitar and the Sludgeaholics grow quiet in anticipation. I proceed to share with them the legend of C.C. Banana's infamous showdown with Metal Sludge's #1 archenemy! |
| No, I don't mean Jani Lane. |
| No, I don't mean Don Dokken. |
| And I don't even mean Gerri Miller. |
| I'm talking about the Big Guns! |
| Really big! |
| The size of a Wookiee! |
| And just as angry! |
| My story begins one fateful evening, while attending a Gene Simmons book signing. All was well, until things went horribly awry. |
| Miraculously, I survived to tell my tale... |
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| I REMEMBER YOU (new lyrics by C.C. Banana) |
| - New York City, cold December night - My Santa cap and winter coat pulled tight - To meet Gene Simmons, that would make my day - He signed my book and I was on my way |
| - To the afterparty, just down the street - Where fans had gathered for the meet-and-greet - In walked this figure looking tall and lean - At first I thought it was a big drag queen - How could I know that he would get so mean? |
| - Remember yesterday - I used to love his band - Til he smacked me with his hand - I remember you |
| - He lost a fan that night - Because of his blind rage - They ought to lock him in a cage - I remember you |
| - He looked me up and then he stared me down - His eyes grew narrow, he began to frown - He fixed his gaze upon my Metal Sludge Tee - Began to poke at my chest cavity - "YOU WEAR THAT SHIRT, THAT MEANS THAT YOU HATE ME!" |
| - Remember yesterday - I used to love your band - Then you smacked me with your hand - I remember you |
| - You lost a fan that night - Because of your blind rage - They ought to lock you in a cage - I remember you |
| - I tried to be the voice of reason - But he was a Youth Gone Wild - When will this grown man just - Stop acting like a child? - Then a cop escorted me outside |
| - New York City, cold December night - Saw Dr. Jeckyl turn to Mr. Hyde - He thinks he's Jesus Christ that's such a crock - One day he'll wind up in his own cellblock - Banana showdown: SEBASTIAN BAAAAAAACH |
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| And as the chorus repeats twice and fades into oblivion, the Sludgeaholic mothertruckers laugh, cheer and applaud their approval. They shower C.C. Banana with an ovation fit for a headliner, and I am humbled by their generosity. I bow my head and graciously accept their kindness. |
| I really do live for moments like this, folks. |
| C.C. Banana leaves the audience in the capable hands of the delightful J.J. As ever, J.J. earns her keep by distributing the last of the Sludgendise and again informing the Sludgeaholics of the incredible MSX drum kit raffle. Before she leaves the stage, J.J. pins a Bastard Boy Floyd button onto Fingers' nipple! Or is it Nipple's finger? Either way, I'm not touching it because it's probably infected. |
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| 11:30 PM |
| Despite Monaco's complaints of a sore throat and tour fatigue, he and Enuff Z'Nuff put on a stellar performance. Though I know virtually none of the band's material, I find that I am enjoying their sound immensely. |
| 11:35 PM |
| My banana obligations drawing to a close, I am finally able to mingle with my fellow Sludgeaholics. |
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| I meet the brainy and beautiful queen of the Gossip Board, TheMetalChick! Interestingly, it turns out that TMC and I used to DJ at the same radio station! Though both veterans of the WCWP airwaves, she is mercifully a few years younger I. While trading stories from our misspent youths, TheMetalChick happens to mention an old tape she'd once found at the station, featuring some unknown disc jockey interviewing (the now late) Eric Carr of Kiss. |
| "Holy crap!" I exclaim loudly. "That was ME!" |
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| I next encounter the feminine equivalent of a carton of neapolitan ice cream -- one blonde, one brunette and one redhead, each as sweet and luscious as the flavor she most resembles. Lisa, Danielle and Jennifer (respectively) were also on hand the day C.C. Banana was born, and I haven't seen them all together since! This rare reunion is made possible because Jenn has driven all the way from Texas to attend the many east coast MSX shows! I'm so glad to see her that I immediately audition her for the vacant spot in "C.C. and the DDs." I happily find that her qualifications fit the job description to the letter. Or letters, as the case may be. |
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| Lo and behold, the very next Sludgeaholic I cross is Metal Sludge demigod Jim Bob Dwarf! Jim Bob is still in town after co-hosting the New Jersey MSX concert with C.C. Banana, and he has come to enjoy tonight's show from the audience. He introduces me to another Metal Sludge netizen, SexKitty69. Kitty's a great looking lady, but I honestly can't understand how such a wholesome young lass came by such a provocative screen name. |
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| 11:50 PM |
| I relax for a moment in the basement dressing room while reviewing the digital images my camera has captured this evening. Steve Summers enters, saying that he needs to get away from people. I ask him if "people" includes fruit, since I'm assuming that he wants to be alone. Instead Steve tells me that he doesn't mind if I stay. I suddenly feel like one of the cool kids. |
| 12:05 AM |
| Upon exiting the dressing room I encounter Pretty Boy Floyd drummer Dish. Dish introduces himself and offers the most revealing explanation yet of the events leading to my onstage tackle. Apparently it began when someone offered Monaco a few bucks to jump me onstage during my performance. When the diminutive singer appeared reluctant, Dish and a few others continued to add to the pot until the tally became too tempting to pass up! Dish claims that at one point the take got as high as $50! |
| $50? It would seem that my new friend Monaco still owes me $20. |
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| C.C. Banana and Dish are joined by his bandmate Steve Summers, who proceeds to inform me that Dish gives great back rubs. Dish in turn tells me that Steve gives great hummers! Or is it the other way around? Either way, I leave the two Pretty Boys to themselves and relegate the prospect of Summers' hummers to Dish's wishes. |
| 12:15 AM |
| Upstairs the sweaty, hunky and forever shirtless Ricky Parent of Enuff Z'Nuff walks past me on his way from the stage. I am reminded of just how completely out of shape I am. |
| 12:20 AM |
| The nimble Fingers hails the rapidly multiplying Sludgeaholic masses, offering them free tickets to an upcoming Overkill concert! Ever the clever emcee, Fingers decides to award the tickets via a carefully supervised, non-life-threatening contest dubbed "Who Wants to Delicately Hug C.C. Banana?" |
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| One by one, 3 audience members are escorted to the stage and allowed to gingerly wrap their arms around the famous yet fragile fruit. The third and final ticket winner turns out to be SexKitty69, who is so overjoyed that she actually kisses C.C. Banana right on the lips! I am suddenly far more appreciative of her chosen screen name. |
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| But the Sludgeaholic love fest isn't over yet! One more person insists on hugging the big banana! In a move worthy of my man Monaco, I am instantly engulfed in the enormous embrace of Danny from Faster Pussycat! Though he wins no tickets, Danny nonetheless flashes his victory high-sign. |
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| 12:30 AM |
| Awash in a perspiratory afterglow, I descend to the basement catacombs to gather my belongings. But before I can reach the dressing room I become enmeshed in a human traffic jam as Chip Z'Nuff, Steve Summers, John Monaco, Danny Nordahl, Fingers, SexKitty69, C.C. Banana and the tantalizing J.J. all attempt to occupy the same space at the same time! Perhaps not surprisingly, this unlikely pileup leads to a full-blown MSX photo session! Over the course of the next 10 minutes, every conceivable combination of rockers and chicks and bananas is photographed and preserved for posterity. |
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| 12:45 AM |
| R.C. Banana and I pack up our gear in preparation for the long ride home. |
| Suddenly, 5 shadowy figures clad entirely in black leather descend upon the dressing room! It is MSX Tour headliner Faster Pussycat coming to claim their turf! The central figure of this small army, concealed under trench coat and cowboy hat, steps forward with right hand outstretched. |
| "Taime," he states, very matter-of-factly. "I got your e-mail, thanks." |
| Drummer Chad Stewart also introduces himself, and gleefully informs me that he loves my BACKSTAGE BANANA video! He and Danny had watched it together on the tour bus that afternoon and laughed themselves silly! Danny flashes me his trademark high-sign one final time. |
| Brent expresses his disappointment that we are leaving so soon. He was hoping for Faster Pussycat to pose for a band photo with the bloody and bandaged C.C. Banana! We apologize for being unable to stay for their set, but promise to make it up to them in New York City! |
| 12:50 AM |
| R.C. and I vacate Faster Pussycat's makeshift litter box and head for the main office. There we say our final goodbyes to The Downtown staff and thank them for being such accommodating hosts. I give Medic his requested C.C. Banana T-shirt, and I also give one to Fingers for being such a cool co-host. Heck, I even give one to Steve Summers on our way out, even though he at first thinks I am asking him to autograph it! |
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| 12:55 AM |
| Though we will unfortunately miss the impending fourth and final rock & roll spectacle of the night, we are nonetheless treated to one last eardrum-piercing, retina-bursting surprise. As we attempt to exit the office and take our leave of the premises, we are pummeled by a light and sound assault like no other. One astute staffer informs us that this delightful audiovisual spectacular is in fact the club smoke alarm, most likely triggered by Faster Pussycat's fog machine. At least he hopes it is. Either way, we decide to play it safe and make a beeline for the safety of the parking lot. |
| 1:00 AM |
| As the Bananamobile takes to the dark back roads and heads toward the open highway, C.C. Banana waves goodbye to the Long Island Metal Sludge Extravaganza, and prays that The Downtown will still be standing come morning. |
| Well gang, this concludes the middle chapter of my MSX Tour Diary! I'd like to thank our Downtown benefactors David, Steven, Adam and their entire exemplary staff for taking such good care of us and making us feel welcome during our stay. If you're looking for an awesome and upscale rock & roll hot spot, The Downtown in Farmingdale is the place to go! |
| More information on The Downtown is available HERE: |
| http://www.TheDowntown.com |
| Also, I am proud to announce that the long-awaited C.C. Banana home video will begin shipping August 1st! It's called BACKSTAGE BANANA, and it's the most amazing C.C. Banana adventure yet! |
| Shot during the 2002 Hollyweird Tour, BACKSTAGE BANANA features guest appearances by C.C. DeVille, Rikki Rockett, Kip Winger, Jeff LaBar, Steve Brown, and a banana boatload of other cool rock & roll people. This tape has been watched and enjoyed by members of Poison, Faster Pussycat and even the Metal Sludge website! If you liked the C.C. Banana tour diary, you'll love this incredible new video. |
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| For more information on BACKSTAGE BANANA, including photos and downloadable video samples, visit my new website at: |
| http://www.CCBanana.com |
| And while you're there, buy a genuine C.C. Banana T-shirt and become an honorary member of Banana 7! |
| In the next (and last) exciting installment of the C.C. Banana MSX Tour Diary: |
| - C.C. Banana gawks at more hot chicks! - C.C. Banana rises from the dead! - C.C. Banana shares an intimate moment with Brent Muscat! - C.C. Banana has a final confrontation with Dizz Sticks the Super Roadie! - C.C. Banana plugs his website one last time! |
| Be there as the big banana takes on the Big Apple! The Sludgeaholic insanity isn't over just yet, so come back one more time to see how it all ends! |
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