Day 6 Hamburg
Well there is really only one thing to say about this night. The club (Goldener Salon) was cool, they fed us well, put us up in a decent little flat next door and gave us beer(!).
Grannies opened and four or five songs in Sluggo smashed his 70's SG. He was twirling it around in his typical fashion and he missed. It hit the ground and the headstock broke. I saw the nut fly off an I was thinking "that can't be his nut". I was wrong, it was.
At this point there are only two ways to go, freak out or go big. Sluggo went big. Two good whacks and the body popped off the neck and there it was, busted. Pop pop. He even knocked out a chunk of the floor.
Sluggo ain't fucking around. Pure rock and roll.
Well there is really only one thing to say about this night. The club (Goldener Salon) was cool, they fed us well, put us up in a decent little flat next door and gave us beer(!).
Grannies opened and four or five songs in Sluggo smashed his 70's SG. He was twirling it around in his typical fashion and he missed. It hit the ground and the headstock broke. I saw the nut fly off an I was thinking "that can't be his nut". I was wrong, it was.
At this point there are only two ways to go, freak out or go big. Sluggo went big. Two good whacks and the body popped off the neck and there it was, busted. Pop pop. He even knocked out a chunk of the floor.
Sluggo ain't fucking around. Pure rock and roll.
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