Achilles Last Stand - Led Zeppelin HD (with lyrics)
9/25/80 one of the boys leaves, "my" boy.
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#38senzajohnhenrybonham
"But first I had to get through the bachelor party. It was just me, John Bonham, and a driver. We went to quite a few bars, and before we entered the last one, John said, ‘Let’s have one last drink.’ Alright, one last drink... he had twelve bottles of champagne and twelve glasses lined up on that damn bar and told the bartender: ‘Pour!’ I thought he wanted to buy drinks for the people in the bar... instead, he said: ‘It’s for you’ fuck you John, I’m getting married this morning. If I drink this stuff, you won’t see me tomorrow. ‘Well then, I’ll drink it myself.’ Which he did, and within an hour he was in a stupor... he got into a fight and rolled the owner down the stairs... we managed to get him in the car... at his house Pam wouldn’t let him in right away but eventually she was convinced. We brought John inside and I said to him, ‘You’re gonna make it in a few hours, right?!’ He gave me a thumbs up saying, ‘Yeah, I’ll be there.’
The driver took me home and I thought, damn it, John’s not going to come and I’ll be without a best man.”
By eight in the morning, John was walking down my driveway in a top hat and tails, dressed to the nines, impeccable. He lived half an hour from my house and I hadn’t even had time to shave. I opened the door, and he was all chipper, ‘I’m ready and you?!’ In reality, I was doing much worse than him... we got in the car and of course, we did a couple of lines of coke... I thought, ‘Holy hell, so this is how the day is going to go’..................”
And the wedding was total madness. A delightful chapter from the beautiful biography of Tony Iommi (which I “reviewed” as soon as I came in, unfortunately not in the best way).
My Rock
9/25/80 one of the boys leaves, "my" boy.
Presence
#38senzajohnhenrybonham
"But first I had to get through the bachelor party. It was just me, John Bonham, and a driver. We went to quite a few bars, and before we entered the last one, John said, ‘Let’s have one last drink.’ Alright, one last drink... he had twelve bottles of champagne and twelve glasses lined up on that damn bar and told the bartender: ‘Pour!’ I thought he wanted to buy drinks for the people in the bar... instead, he said: ‘It’s for you’ fuck you John, I’m getting married this morning. If I drink this stuff, you won’t see me tomorrow. ‘Well then, I’ll drink it myself.’ Which he did, and within an hour he was in a stupor... he got into a fight and rolled the owner down the stairs... we managed to get him in the car... at his house Pam wouldn’t let him in right away but eventually she was convinced. We brought John inside and I said to him, ‘You’re gonna make it in a few hours, right?!’ He gave me a thumbs up saying, ‘Yeah, I’ll be there.’
The driver took me home and I thought, damn it, John’s not going to come and I’ll be without a best man.”
By eight in the morning, John was walking down my driveway in a top hat and tails, dressed to the nines, impeccable. He lived half an hour from my house and I hadn’t even had time to shave. I opened the door, and he was all chipper, ‘I’m ready and you?!’ In reality, I was doing much worse than him... we got in the car and of course, we did a couple of lines of coke... I thought, ‘Holy hell, so this is how the day is going to go’..................”
And the wedding was total madness. A delightful chapter from the beautiful biography of Tony Iommi (which I “reviewed” as soon as I came in, unfortunately not in the best way).
My Rock
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