A small tale of rock, hotels and prostitutes.

Ste's Room

It’s the middle of February and we run out of the hotel in Leeds at 2:00 pm as the snow starts to fall. We have to make it to Manchester for a gig at 9:00pm so we just throw everything into the car, all the gear drums, amps, guitars stuffed into the back with hardly any room left for me. Everything in the back but a fridge and a flat pack desk. The night before we played our 5th gig on the tour to a packed house full of goths, emo’s and punks and we didn’t give a shit if they liked us or not, we were on our first rock and roll tour and we are playing on 3 hours sleep and drunk out of our minds. We played for 35 minutes and on the last song the crowd jumped on stage with us and danced and crowd surfed…

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