Black Absinthe – CRAZY TOUR STORIES

In this Crazy Tour Stories segment, the heavy metal band, Black Absinthe, talk about one of their crazy moments from touring. You can check out the feature, after the break.

This is a tale of warning. A warning to all those who open up their homes to a traveling band. To those that help us bands by offering a comfy floor and a safe spot to park. Usually, it’s great, drinks are shared, stories are told, and overall it’s a great experience on both ends. But sometimes there’s blood.

Last summer we had headed out for a long weekend of hitting up Montreal and Quebec City. We had come in from Toronto with another band in a cube van. After a successful show in Montreal, we headed over to Quebec City a little hungover and a little worse for wear but ready to tear it up again.

The show was well attended and we were all feeling good about our first foray into Quebec City. The issue appeared as we were loading up. All was good until we noticed one of our poor Ontario soldiers was fucked off his face. Slouching over tables, having to be carried back to the van, saying he liked Van Halen better with Hagar THE WORKS. We load up into the van to our destination (A local bands house, who we had met the day before) hoping we can get this kid prone and passed out as soon as possible.

As we enter the driveway of our generous host out boy is hanging very precariously in his spot near the door with only a seat belt holding him in place. The van doors open, its time to exit and get our post-show party started. The girl sitting next to our catatonic tour companion absentmindedly undoes his seatbelt button.

Such an epic face-planting can only be described in two phases. The first was instigated by a slight nudge and gravity doing the rest. An almost immediate slump westwards took effect and the poor kid got a bit of rug burn from a dirty van carpet floor caked with chips errant sandwich pieces. The second, more dramatic stage saw him make a close to a 90 degree downward drop from the van to the pavement. Business end of the impact being his face we were concerned.

True to any good blackout the kid in question propped right up; amped for another beer none of us had the heart to dish him. Blood was shooting out of this kid at a level we couldn’t ignore was getting on their floor. He needed that shit cleaned off, a beer, and maybe some Jesus. So here we were, crashing with people generous enough to let us stay simply on the fact we’re a metal band bursting through the door asking:

“HELLO HOW ARE YOU?”
“WHERE IS YOUR NEAREST BATHROOM?”
“WE’RE SORRY ABOUT THE BLOOD, REALLY”
“LOVELY HAND TOWELS, I HOPE WE’RE NOT RUINING THEM”

After all the pleasantries and hello’s the blood was cleaned up we got our boy to a safe resting spot. No one died or had to go to hospital so success right?

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