Gesamtkunstwerk

I remember seeing someone standing holding a pistol and shouting ‘Im gonna kill you, you son of a bitch’… I didn’t know it but by this point the rest of the band had left the stage. I was still singing because I could still hear the music in my head. It took ages to clear the pile of debris on the stage - broken glass, bottles, chairs, half a table - but I was totally unaware of this, I thought I was going over really well and I’m standing there in a crucifixion pose with my arms out, really gone, with heaps of eye make-up on, looking like some sort of twisted priest. And apparently Johnny Winter was taking bets on the side of the stage as to how long it would take before somebody shot me. Then I turned around and saw no one was on stage so I realised I wasn’t going over too well after all and I went back to the dressing room and everyone was just standing there… I said ‘We went great, weren’t we terrific?’ At that stage of the band I was really a shocking sod. And all the record company people were just staring at me like I was an insectoid from Mars. And so that was it for us for that trip to America.