Countdown To A Decade:
This show was packed and was by far, the largest crowd up to that point. I remember people completely loving the show but I also remember the sound system sounding awful, the amplifiers sounding aweful, a HUGE $300 bill for chinese food earlier in the day (Gene nearly fainted…), and the toilets were out of order backstage. In other words, typical England!
After the show, we hung out with J.B. and Sean from the High llamas, which was really fun. We stayed in a really great hotel on Hyde Park and it turned out another band that we knew, ROCKET FROM THE CRYPT, were staying there as well. Those guys were nice so we invited them to the show the next night.
This place seemed twice as big as The Garage and it sold out, which was great. There was a cute girl outside who wanted me to take a picture of her and Arthur. I did and when she thanked me I noticed a Spanish accent. It turned out she was a student from madrid. She told me her name was INGRID. We exchanged numbers and, wouldn’t you know it but (esp. if you are an avid DIARY reader), she and I are close friends to this day! And if anyone of the 6 people who bought my solo album can make the connection, the song INGRID is about you-know-who…
Now I remember this show as being the greatest moment of my life (at the time). Everything was perfect, in my opinion, for that show. But the best part to me was the fans. They MADE that show special. If anyone has a boot of that show they’ll know exactly what I am talking about. Those English fans were just amazing…it was the closest thing to heaven, playing this great music in front of such a reverent crowd. I know this sounds corner but, the music and the crowd were one.
After the show, I remember some young, cute (18?) Swedish fan (what’s up with a Swede in London?) trying to hang out and she hopped in my taxi cause she said she wanted to sing me her songs she’d written. I said I’d listen to some of them, if she liked. The Rocket guys were in the lobby and Gene bought some drinks and so me and Miss Sweden went up to my room to hear her songs and the first thing she says (mind you, she was very attractive) is,”Would you like to see a picture of me? I always keep pictures of myself…” So I’m looking at this picture and thinking about how strange this chick is and then she doesn’t look so hot after the “picture” episode, right? So she sings me these songs…that weren’t bad, to be honest. But then she wouldn’t leave. So I gave her 5 Bob and said, “Hit the road, Jack.” I got better things to do than to listen to Nico sing me songs all night…
Although the weather was a little on the cool side, Amsterdam was in full bloom and it is truly one of the most prettiest cities in Europe. I won’t go into details,but I did spend a “considerable” amount of time in the RED LIGHT disctrict…Now the show we played, was an “ok” show, by my standards…I thought the crowd was stoned off their asses. And I wasn’t the only one who thought that, I’m sure. And at one point, a guy ran onstage and started playing the SINGER’s guitar! Gene ran up to stop him but Rusty handed Gene a tamborine and then HE was part of the Circus!
After the show, a fan gave me some Hash. Now, the year before, I tried it for the first time in Spain and I was LESS THAN IMPRESSED. So I took that attitude this time and took liberties, thinking hash was just over-rated. BIG MISTAKE AND BOY WAS I WRONG. I was so out of it that I invited fans back to our hotel lobby for drinks…you know,” All the drinks are on me, bartender!”) Our friend, Cindy Lee Berryhill, had just finished her tour and came to the show and then to the hotel to have a drink as well. I excused myself to go to the WC (That would be a Water Closet, for our friends in Texas) but instead went to my room and puked and passed out. Or that’s how our roadies, Rocky and Ringo tell it. They said they got worries when i didn’t make it back so they went looking for me and had the maid open my door with her key i was sprawled out on the bed in my underwear with puke in unusual places…I never got that way again and I learned my lesson for sure.
The 1 hour ride from Amsterdam to Rotterdam was spent with my head out of the Van window, with a FULL METAL HANGOVER and plus Jazmaan was driving me crazy playing all those Hendrix bootleg tapes…even the SINGER had enough and yanked the tape out! I remember The SINGER beating everyone (including Ringo, who’s a damn good player) at pool TWICE! The club served us dinner which was aweful but not as aweful as the hamburgers we had earlier that day. And if you don’t believe me, simply ask Jazmaan. And the club’s food wasn’t too far behind either. Although we escaped getting poisoned, i did feel a tad bit woozy from the food. But we still played a fine show for yet another very stoned crowd.
None of us knew it at the time, but this would be our last show as LOVE for 5 1/2 years. We had no prior knowlegde of the pending court case and only found out about it after we returned home 2 WEEKS AFTER THE SINGER returned how, as we played a show in York as Baby Lemonade and then took Holidays there before returning to Los Angeles. We were all broken hearted that the “system” was railroading one of it’s Rock and Roll heroes. But there was nothing we could do about it. As of June 15, 1996, there was no more LOVE. (or so we thought…)