Xander and the Peace Pirates – CRAZY TOUR STORIES

In this Crazy Tour Stories segment, the rock band, Xander and the Peace Pirates, talk about some of their crazy moments from touring. You can check out the feature, after the break.

Xander and the Peace Pirates – CRAZY TOUR STORIES

In this Crazy Tour Stories segment, the rock band, Xander and the Peace Pirates, talk about some of their crazy moments from touring. You can check out the feature, after the break.

We’d just finished a short run of showcase gigs around Europe to promote the launch of our debut album, ’11:11’, and were on our way to Calais to hop on the ferry back home. Spirits were buoyant so we thought it would be a good idea to take some magic truffles we’d bought in Amsterdam because it’s always a good idea to take hallucinogenic drugs on a massive floating hunk of metal in the middle of the North Sea surrounded by families and moody truckers.
They started working as we were watching Ice Skating on TV in the cafe and things did get weird straight away. Stu turned a blend of orange and green and started sweating and looking awkward while Keith laughed his head off like a little demon at a funfair. We got away from the telly because all the pirouetting made us feel sick, and headed to the arcade where the irony of a one-armed pirate playing a pirate-themed one armed bandit wasn’t lost on us. We lost all our money and got our arses to the disco. Bad idea really. Mike didn’t know if he was dead or not and stuck in some hideous forever surrounded by dancing morons while a spiritually dead band played Disco Inferno over and over again, with Stu lying down next to him. Tom [Roach, our engineer], for the whole time, giggled incessantly, at us probably, while Adam pointed, clapped his hands and laughed at everything that was funny to him, which was pretty much everything.
Later on, back in the cabin, me and Adam made a toaster out of a cardboard beer can holder and I, having long hair at the time, realised it was dragging my soul down into the doldrums, vowed to cut it all off at the first available opportunity, which was as soon as we got back to Liverpool. I didn’t even go home first, just drove straight to the barbers and got it all off.
Naughty them truffles, mate!

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