In a radio interview, he noted, “I'd never seen such an outpouring of love from people in all my life — the letters, the faxes, the phone calls from everybody in the metal community: 'Rob, we just don't care. We want you to be who you are. We want you to sing those songs...
essentially they welcomed us and then got back to their day jobs of tending the animals. We had our first ride on the horses for about 3hrs where we rode to the top of a nearby hill to see the view which was spectacular. The horses are really ponies and were, in my exp...
As soon as we’d completed our mammoth trip, we’d packed our bags again and were back on our favourite KLIA express, as we swapped the cloud and smog of KL for the sun and sea of Bali. We flew with Air Asia, and the flight was pretty much business as usual, apart from a bizarr...
In the last year of the 1960s my parents, still little more than teenagers, packed up their bags and headed off to the States to spend another summer living in America, while my dad was touring. Two years before, in June 1967, they had done the same thing. That year, their destinat...
Packed bags in the hallway Where we used to play all day We're hitting the road that Takes us back again To the same old world we left Wind Through The Trees Oh my deserted one You must put down your father's gun When the sundial reaches midday Shut your eyes and then looks away ...
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