Welcome to My Jungle by Duswalt Craig

Author:Duswalt, Craig [Duswalt, Craig]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Biography & Autobiography, Rich & Famous
ISBN: 9781939529800
Google: LOHYAgAAQBAJ
Amazon: 1939529808
Publisher: BenBella Books
Published: 2014-05-12T16:00:00+00:00

I never missed that song again.

The rest of the night went pretty smooth, and it got easier and easier the more I did it. Once in a while Slash would give me the correct song, and once in a while he’d try to mess me up. But when Blake left I knew I had to get another assistant so I could get rid of this responsibility.

And I did just that.

Me running Axl’s teleprompter.

“YOU’RE FIRED”

The joke on the road was that if you were the sound-monitor guy, your job would last about a week. I don’t know much about this because the monitor guy was in the crew, and while I knew most of them I didn’t have time to hang with them because I was with Axl and/or the entourage. But during the show I was near the monitor guy, and it seemed there would be a new one every month or so. Maybe some were fired because they couldn’t get the mix right onstage, or maybe some quit because they weren’t able to please the band because they couldn’t get the mix correct onstage.

I was also fired one night by Axl.

Axl and I were very close on the road. We basically lived with each other 24/7 for at least three years. I knew everything about him, and he knew everything about me. Yes, he was my boss, but we became very good friends, and remain friends to this day.

But in the heat of the moment, in the heat of a concert in front of 80,000 people, things can go wrong and someone has to take the blame.

And one night it was me.

Axl lost his place in a song. I think it was “You Could Be Mine.”

I had the song up on his teleprompter, and everything was going smoothly. He sang the first verse and the chorus.

I scrolled down. All good.

But all of a sudden he started singing the first verse of the song again, and because it probably didn’t feel right to him, he looked down at the monitor, and saw that I had completely different words on the screen than what he was singing. I was in the second verse. So, he continued singing the first-verse words, throwing in a few words of the second verse just because.

He became totally confused.

While he was singing, in full view of the crowd, he peeked into my little window, and said, “What verse are we in?”

I said, “Second verse, just do those words on the screen.”

“I just sang those words.”

“No, I’m pretty sure you sang the first verse twice.”

And with that, in the heat of the moment, he said, “Screw you, you’re fired.”

Up to that point Axl had never gotten mad at me. He got pissed at other people for things that went wrong, but he had never been pissed at me.

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.