In this Crazy Tour Stories segment, the pop rap group, Triple One, shares one of their stories from being on the road. You can check out the story, after the break.
We were on tour with YG, it was pretty loose, to be honest. He had buses of women rocking up backstage to every show, and we would enter the venue to orchestrated chaos. After playing the Brisbane leg with Raj Mahal (a close friend and gun artist we had jump up during the sets) we got a bus back from the venue to Brisbane metro, the venue was about 30 country minutes out. We kicked the party and woke up in a haze, late to the flight. Obi was in tatters searching for his bag after partying with Kyle Golly at Ricks Backyard the night before when he suddenly realised he had left his bag and all worldly possessions on the transit bus night previous. All he had was a t-shirt and shorts that Billy later informed him he had urinated on while half asleep searching for a toilet. Marty got him some spare clothes and Dom got the uber. Armed with a plastic bag of pissy clothes and no soul, they boarded the plane.
Obi was quick to vacate his seat, as the seat belt lights switched off, a one-way charge, straight to the toilet. He did a wee and pissed on the seat a little bit. As he tugged on the toilet paper the spring-loaded dunny fluff holder fell into the basin of the shit bowl now sitting in the pool of piss. Obi panicked and hit the flush, bad idea. The 20×5 piece of plastic had now become a wedge between the bathroom and the shit-filled airlock. This caused the other passengers’ poo to explode onto the bathroom walls, mirror, and roof. trying to clean he gave up, washed his hands, and went back to his seat, the hostess was walking a cart down the aisle when he went to recall the events to Bill. He gave up on the recall and sat in his disgrace, broken. Nothing could get any worse until Martin seated next to him, looked down and spotted a hot chunk of poo on the shorts he had leant him. We landed safely back in Sydney.
A New Resolve. Triple One.