Each week we talk with bands and fans from across the metal spectrum to get their best most pit stories. New York’s Tiger Flowers just released a self-titled EP last week through The Path Less Traveled records, and vocalist Jesse Madre has checked with Metalunderground.com to share a pit story about a drunk bassist wrecking ball saved from certain doom by a fan who doubled as an air bag.
Back home in NYC it was February, but out on the road the air and nights were more fair. We were south bound in more ways than one and we found ourselves in South Carolina’s clear, night air. We were a week out with our Norwegian friends, March of Echoes, and were enjoying teaching them about Motley Crue and the right and wrong ways to rock, gluttonous American style. We pull up to the venue in our usual, punctilious manner, barely on time and 1/2 of us naked, to find a decently good looking crowd to see the foreigners and ourselves. Flattered as we were that they wanted to spend a night with us, we unloaded quickly and saddled up to the bar where we were greeted like old friends. Now, Jager isn’t our brand of choice, but the barkeep offered free shots of it to us, being as we were “on the road” and all. And when in Rome… We gladly accepted. And accepted. And accepted. We are, if anything, gracious guests. Time goes by a little slower down south… which leads to more time to shout, “One more!”
Next thing we know it’s time to rock and, being the consummate professionals we are, we go up and make the drive there worth it for us and everyone. We play hard and fast and fill the night with our electric storm! Dean is ripping the strings from his Gibson, Dan pummels the drums like he just caught them finger-banging his sister. I’m doing my throat thing and screaming down the skies when I look over at the now famous Puerto Rican Cowboy, Will Gomez, and he’s swinging his bass like an axe on top of the drum riser. I see it in his eyes, he’s feeling loose and thinking about pulling his anti-gravity move. The one were he seems to explode, like 2, maybe 3 inches off the ground and then jerks his feet back and forth like a fish out of water. The look in his eyes is true. He does the jump off the drum riser (which is only risen about 4 inches) and flies more sideways then up. His feet touch the stage and never really settle under him and I watch him kick them cartoon-style, trying to get them back underneath him, but he’s running out of real estate. The edge of the stage is approaching his flailing feet too fast and just as he realizes and his eyes meet mine in a last look of horror, a savior swoops in and saves him from his doom.
Will Gomez falls right on top of the drunkest girl in the club while she’s in the middle of her own little dance competition, two stepping to her own beat. She doesn’t even know what hit her. Will Gomez is a wrecking ball and he never hits the ground. But god damn she does. Hard. Will Gomez hops back on stage just as the song’s ending and in between the silence of the instruments and the coming roar of laughter, the airbag that saved Will Gomez shouts out (in the best Southern accent we’ve heard) “OH NO! MY ANKLE’S BROKE! OH WAIT, IT’S NOT BROKE BUT IT’S DEFINITELY SPUUURRAAAINED!!!” Will, being the gentleman that he is, goes over and asks her what he can do to help. She replies in the same shout-talk as before, “YOU CAN LET ME COME UP THERE AND DANCE WITH YOU!”
Obviously, we finished the set with her on stage go-going all around Will’s bass set up, grinding the night away to Will’s slick bass lines.
Tiger Flowers was covered earlier this year in the New York edition of the Unearthing the Metal Underground column, provided by none other than Vince Neilstein of Metal Sucks. For more details on Tiger Flowers you can also head over to the band’s Facebook profile.
Ty Arthur is a freelance writer who writes for both entertainment and technical instruction sites. An avid fan of many different forms of metal, he has been involved in reviewing music for several years and is currently a contributing editor for Metalunderground.com