Big Band Small Stage Vibrators - Pure Mania Being in a rock band is extremely dangerous even without the pyrotechnics. Any band that is truly dedicated to putting on a raw rock performance knows that risks have to be taken and those risks can come in many forms. Around 1982 I was working in a band that traveled a fair amount. One particular tour took us around the lovely Canadian province of Newfoundland. During our stay there we were summoned to perform on the Island of St. Pierre which is a colony of France located about 15 kilometers from the shore of spectacular Point Fortune Nfld. We traveled over on a fairy and it was a fun ride. The ocean tends to get a little rough in these parts and this little 40 passenger (no vehicles) fairy took a tossing'. It only took a moment to weed out those who did not have their sea legs. What fun I had swigging my beer and watching families vomit together. I am not kidding there was a newlywed couple holding hands and heaving all over the stern of this thing. I think I have a photo of the back of the boat after we got off at St. Pierre. When we arrived there, the five of us found the people very warm and welcoming. They helped us with our gear and gave us wine, bread and cheese. Hey we were in France for crying out loud! Well it was a colony of France? It seemed so much like France simply because every single car we laid eyes on had a dent in it somewhere. When we arrived at the club we were to perform at we found it a modest little spot but very quaint. We began setting up and realized that due to the lack of space we could only use about 1/3 of our lights and sound gear. This was a bit disappointing because we had to pay for it either way. This band was comprised of Randy on Guitar and vocals, myself on guitar and vocals, Paul on Bass and vocals and Danny bashing drums and grunting vocals. We also had a one man road crew/technician named Gary. Funny thing is Randy is still playing in a band called See Spot Run and they are doing very well. The rest of us with the exception of Gary have since packed it in on the touring etc. Well we finished setting up and doing a sound check so we then checked into our rooms (cubby holes) and went for a bite to eat. We had a nice afternoon looking around then went to the club to perform. When we arrived back at the club we went into shock. In a room about the size of eight pool tables there were about 200 people. We spoke to a bouncer on the way in and he said we should see it when things really get going. I could not help but imagine the fun we would have if there was a fire in there. We later found out it was the only club on the island. The show got under way and these people loved to dance. From the first note of the first song until the last of the last the floor was packed. In the band we each had about as much room to move as our shoulder width. When we played we had several choreographed little parts within most songs and we found ourselves too restricted to do most of them but what we did manage to do seemed to be appreciated by the crowd. I stood to the left of Randy who was at stage front center. During an energetic performance of "Boys" as recorded by the "Beatles" we executed our moves splendidly until a moment when I had my back to the crowd and Randy was singing... I lost the timing on my violent left right movement. I shifted left as Randy shifted left and whack. The sharp edge of the head of my 23 pound Gibson Les Paul sunk into the side of Randy's cranium. I felt bad and was ready to stop but somehow Randy maintaining the quintessential example of "the show must go on" did not flinch or miss a beat. I continued to play in amazement but only a few short moments later I noticed blood streaming from above Randy's temple. It became the coolest moment in rock history. It was a moment that could have been seen during a massive WWF event. Randy was thrashing his head back and forth and gobs of blood were flying from his face. This was the night Randy made Iggy Pop look like a pussy!