Post by Quoincidence on Jun 17, 2018 15:00:26 GMT
"Hello, I mean Hello Again...
Two years ago at Milton Keynes, which no doubt a lot of you will remember, we played what we all thought was our last gig.
When we came off stage that night, amidst fireworks and emotion, there were tears. I cried as we were whisked off by helicopter for a party at a nearby hotel. It was a party of mixed feelings, trying to enjoy ourselves amongst friends, and some people I'd never seen before in my life. So what, who cared!
The main topic of conversation was one of disbelief, that we would never play again together. With thoughts of Caroline, Whatever You Want, Don't Waste My Time, Big Fat Mama still singing in my ears. I didn't know at first whether to go to bed or get totally pissed, as it happens it turned out to be the latter.
Having hugged Rossi who was also the latter, around 6am I was helped to bed. I remember I was laughing. Why, I really don't know.
The next afternoon when I awoke, feeling like we've all felt before (own up), I went downstairs for some coffee, to relieve my mouth of feeling like an internal balaclava, and found my friend and chauffeur, come minder (Ronnie) still pissed, and we decided neither of us could drive home. So I went back to bed.
We eventually left for London at about 6:30pm, Francis had left a couple of hours earlier feeling like four sacks of shit, so I heard. Anyway to keep a long story short, on the drive back it was again reality and for the first time since the confusion of the night before, I thought, that's it, but somehow it just would not sink in, that almost two decades (or near enough), had come to an end. Quo. The Music. The Stage. You lot.
I was wrong, and believe me, I've never felt so happy about being wrong in my life. Quo's Back."
- Rick Parfitt, In The Army Now Tour Programme
Two years ago at Milton Keynes, which no doubt a lot of you will remember, we played what we all thought was our last gig.
When we came off stage that night, amidst fireworks and emotion, there were tears. I cried as we were whisked off by helicopter for a party at a nearby hotel. It was a party of mixed feelings, trying to enjoy ourselves amongst friends, and some people I'd never seen before in my life. So what, who cared!
The main topic of conversation was one of disbelief, that we would never play again together. With thoughts of Caroline, Whatever You Want, Don't Waste My Time, Big Fat Mama still singing in my ears. I didn't know at first whether to go to bed or get totally pissed, as it happens it turned out to be the latter.
Having hugged Rossi who was also the latter, around 6am I was helped to bed. I remember I was laughing. Why, I really don't know.
The next afternoon when I awoke, feeling like we've all felt before (own up), I went downstairs for some coffee, to relieve my mouth of feeling like an internal balaclava, and found my friend and chauffeur, come minder (Ronnie) still pissed, and we decided neither of us could drive home. So I went back to bed.
We eventually left for London at about 6:30pm, Francis had left a couple of hours earlier feeling like four sacks of shit, so I heard. Anyway to keep a long story short, on the drive back it was again reality and for the first time since the confusion of the night before, I thought, that's it, but somehow it just would not sink in, that almost two decades (or near enough), had come to an end. Quo. The Music. The Stage. You lot.
I was wrong, and believe me, I've never felt so happy about being wrong in my life. Quo's Back."
- Rick Parfitt, In The Army Now Tour Programme