By Ritch | December 12, 2009
I’m just coming up to the grand young age of thirty twelve, I’ve been playing drums for most of my life. Have been in bands for most of the time I’ve been playing drums, and have been drinking for most of the time I’ve been in bands playing drums.
So why is it that until the show that we just played in Helsinki, I’d never had a Jägerbomb whilst on stage?
Those of you who’ve never tried one, I suggest you do so at some point over the festive season, or sooner, and those of you who have tried one, will know exactly what I’m on about.
I mean, it’s not that I wasn’t having a great gig already. In fact it started off great and just kept getting better, but then I heard (what I can’t imagine is a very common sound at a gig in Finland) A vaguely familiar sounding Welsh bloke at the front shouting “Ritchie, fancy a Jägerbomb?”
Be rude not to now wouldn’t it.
So there we are, one song later and not one, but two of these cheeky little thirst quenchers turn up.
Egged on by the whole crowed I manage to down both drinks in the space of a few seconds and then it’s head down straight back into the set for a few more Wildheart classics.
Now I’m not sure if the combination of Jägermeister, intense physical exertion and Redbull is all that clever an idea, but I have to say that immediately after consuming said drinks I began to play the best I’ve ever played, the band was the tightest we’d ever been, the songs were the best songs I’d ever heard, the crowed sounded like angels, and the lights………good god the lights……..And at that point I realize that Scotty is pointing a mic in my face and I’m singing The Duck Song.
Damn! How the hell did that happen?
Thanx Steve, you bastard!