By Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Three vintage experience tales, reminders of either the romance and the truth of the pioneer period of aviation: evening Flight; Wind, Sand and Stars; and Flight to Arras. advent via Richard Bach. Translated by way of Lewis Galantière and Stuart Gilbert.
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It was so weak that when you hit the foot pedal the bass drum actually went completely oval. On average it took just over twelve seconds to assemble. I believe they are quite valuable nowadays because so many of them didn’t last. Back then, they were shambolically poor but it was a kit so Ken was suddenly in demand. Ken was very like Keith Moon – not in terms of his drumming ability, God no, but due to the fact that he was totally unaware of anything else going on around him. Then he pulled a masterstroke.
I have to say at this point that the lads in the English Rock Ensemble were always very well behaved – they might have drunk like fish but they were always on their best behaviour. Anyway, we landed and headed off to the Anchorage terminal, which in those days resembled a giant tin hut with a model of an enormous grizzly bear outside. We located the bar within seconds and ordered drinks. We sank a few more rounds and, when the time came, we reboarded the plane and settled down for the final leg to Tokyo.
After about an hour, Bernie said, ‘Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, we’re going to take a break now. ’ What? It turned out that the regulars were in the habit of buying drinks for the band and leaving them on the piano top – so within sixty minutes I had four pints to get through. By the time I drank them, they’d been replaced by three more and a couple of Scotches. I started drinking the spirits after that, because the sheer volume of the beer was killing me. At the end of the night I got on my bicycle to ride home.
Airman's Odyssey by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry