INXS: Story to Story: The Official Autobiography by INXS Publications

Author:INXS Publications [Publications, INXS]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Atria Books
Published: 2010-05-11T00:00:00+00:00

In Flight: Cancun, Mexico, to Miami, Florida, 1993

On a ragged Mexican runway, INXS endured a nightmare: their pilot stood on the brakes and halted their takeoff seconds before the point at which the jet’s speed and distance from the end of the runway allowed no turning back. They screamed to a stop because the pilot detected an engine problem so severe that they might have combusted upon liftoff. Their near-miss didn’t worry the ground crew; however, the rusty remains of past crashed planes decorated the outlying terrain like morbid sculpture.

Peering out the window, the band watched the local mechanics tend to INXS’s plane as quizzically as humans would a UFO. “I got worried when I got a good look at the pilot,” Andrew Farriss says. “He was looking from the plane to these little guys on the runway and back to the plane. Then I saw him get on the radio to contact his charter service back in California.” Andrew thought that his fears would be alleviated if he talked to the mechanics. They weren’t. “One guy was smoking a cigarette next to a vat of jet fuel, telling me how some diplomat’s plane had landed incorrectly and burst into flames a few weeks before. I thought, ‘Right. Okay … I want to go home now. Can I go home now?’”

FROM KIRK’S DIARY: Remained overnight in Cancun. Local promoter threw us a party. Much festivities, much of everything. No sleep at all—night turned to day too soon.

Garry Beers and Michael Hutchence ended up in Garry’s hotel room that night—well, morning—where they continued to enjoy mountains of local snow. The band’s minders chronically called to remind them of their departure, but it was no use. “It was a blur. We’d get a call, ‘Baggage in six hours,’” Garry says. “Then it was two hours, one hour, half an hour, at which point I began stuffing my bag. And Michael just looked at me and said, ‘Why are you packing my bag?’ He thought we’d been in his room the whole time! ‘No, Michael, this is my room,’ I said. And he just stared at me for a full minute, then said, ‘Right. Well, where’s my room then?’ Michael had this romantic notion that he’d stay in Cancun one day longer than the rest of us, to absorb the culture on his day off. He stayed there, all right, but all he absorbed was his bed.”

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.