+SpookyGirl+:
hm, a da nisam ja to vecj postovala?? :-? :-?
A da se nisi draga malo zbunila?Ako bolje procitas text videces da se spominje Clive,hotel Jugoslavija,znaci nije zadnji nego prvi koncert,1981 na Hipodromu,tu i opisuju da su svirali na nasoj bini,1986 su odseli u Interkontinentalu.
mozda cete biti zainteresovani... ako vec niste procitali... ovo je deo harrisovog dnevnika prilikom zadnje posete bgu....
Saturday Morning, 8am
Arrived at Heathrow - me and Clive meet rest of the lads including Ross Halfin, only to find that Adrian (bearing a close resemblance to Stan Laurel this morning) has left his passport at home (daft bleeder, now he has to wait for it to arrive and will miss the flight and have to get a later one) and Paul is still out his brains from the previous night as usual.
Flight gets delayed so we all head for the bar. Ross has one drink and decides to spew all over the bar. Flight originally scheduled for 9.30, finally gets off at 10.30 due to a weight problem. Could be because Halfin and our manager Rod Smallprint are travelling together.
Pretty boring flight. I get stuck next to Halfin who now wants to get up for a pee every two minutes. We listen to tapes of UFO, Blackfoot, etc. Dave and Clive are caught reading The Beano and Warlord!
Stopped in Zagreb 12.55
It was peeing down. Arrived Belgrade at 2.15. At least it's not raining here. Needless to say we didn't get a red carpet! After a few problems getting Dougie, our American sound guy, through immigration, we head for the hotel.
3.25 pm
we arrive at the Hotel Yugoslavia. It amazes me that we haven't been arrested and clapped in irons yet, not that we've done anything but I'm told that it doesn't take much over here. Everybody gets washed up then about 4.30 we make for the gig site to check it out.
Straight away you can see that they don't have many bands play over here because all the bands on today (we play tomorrow, Sunday) use the same amps, cabs and drum-kit. There's virtually no lights, what there are have come out of the ark. The stage is really uneven, just a load of wooden planks stuck together. There's no covering over the top either, so if it rains we'll probably all go up in smoke.
The crowd is a fair way away because a small brook separates them from the stage. As soon as the band playing at the time finishes, someone announces that Maiden have arrived and the crowd go crazy. As I said, they don't get many bands here and just the fact that we've actually made it here really means something to them.
We then go for a bite to eat in a restaurant backstage (the site is an old race track) before heading back to the hotel at about 8pm, driven by Andy Capp, the maniac driver who's go the job of carting us about for the weekend. We're all getting ready to go out when there's a commotion going on in one of the rooms.
It turns out that Ross, after using the khazi in Clive's room, didn't release the lever and has flooded it out. He's a walking disaster area, this bloke! We'd better get out of here or I'm sure he'll wreck the gaff. We don't end up going out till about 10 after trying to get everybody together.
As it is, Dave has gone missing, can't find him anywhere and Paul has crashed out feeling ill, so we decide to go without 'em. Nobody could decide where to go, that was another reason for the delayed departure, but we end up going to the Club Del Puke, or something.
It was really bad, all these wooftas dressed up to the nines. There was no alternative but to get drunk. The trouble is when you actually try to get drunk, it never really happens. All-in-all a pretty uneventful evening and we end up getting back to the hotel about 2am and crashing out.
Sunday
We get woken up at 8.45 by alarm calls as we have to get down to the gig for a sound check at 10. Once up, we get told not to go down until about 11.30 because there are problems, what problems we're not told. We discover that Dave went to a titties and beer club last night with his perverted French guitar roadie and had a really good time. Only wish he'd asked us.
We finally get down to the sound check at about 12 only to find that if we want to do one it will have to be in front of about 5000 fans who have slept at the racetrack overnight! Still, it's important that we do one because apart from our guitars which we brought with us, all the equipment is hired gear which we need to check.
We'd asked for specific gear beforehand, but they couldn't get exactly what we'd ordered. We couldn't bring our own gear because there wouldn't be time to get our trucks up to Scandinavia for the scheduled gigs there (this Yugoslav gig was put in at the last minute, so we thought we'd give it a go anyway without our own gear).
As like the day before, all the gear looks like its come out of the ark. Actually, Clive's drum-kit is ok and doesn't sound too bad although the drum riser looks like it's going to collapse any minute but when tested seems to be reasonably sturdy. It's fairly high and there's no steps so I ask the roadies to put a couple of flight cases down to do the job.
(Everything really is a bit Mickey Mouse but to 'ell with it, we can still have a good time, I hope, and well, this is behind the Iron Curtain, know what I mean?)
Dave and Adrian's gear sounds pretty reasonable but the monitors are a bit of a joke (a bit like wedged beer crates), Paul's gonna have fun hearing himself tonight. My gear seems to be the worst of the lot (just my luck), it looks awful and it doesn't sound much better either.
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