It's called "Bring Me the Head of Beatle Bob"... some local punk group
made a song called that, so I posted a link to it... now some 4 pages
worth of discussion have gone by. The best is that this last Monday
at Cicero's Madahoochi was playing (as usual) and Bob shows up... word
was he ended up getting kicked out and banned for life (we'll see how
long that lasts) for stealing shit. Word was Bob stole an entire pie,
well he didn't, but it was close enough.... Wednesday Jay Mumma,
Cicero's entertainment booker and general manager of the back
room/venue, posts to MOHeads the official story, so I submit this for
your site's approval:
Geez Sax, where do you come up with this stuff??? A PIE????? Beatle
Bob also stole a PIE??? Didn't know anything about that.
However you were close, it did involve some stuff in the dessert case.
We made up some ho-made cookies (yes, made by a real HO) to sell with
some ice cream. Basically, HO-made Ice Cream Sam-iches. Well, good ol'
Bob "allegedly" decided to snatch a few and throw them in his coat
pocket. Bobby snacks if you will (defined- snacks for Bob that he can
eat at any given time). Our host girl said that she saw Bob messing
around by where those cookies were and said she "thought" she saw him
take one. I looked and saw that a couple of them were missing, but who
counts something you could have actually sold. At that time I did
count them and we had 3. Now 3 is a weird number when you are making
sam-iches out of them because it takes multiples of two to make one of
them sam-iches. I would go back and check from time to time because
Bob was circling that area. It was like some stupid little game. He
would walk around the corner, see one of us there, and then we would
turn around and go the other way. Eventually..all stealth like, he
snuck up and took another because I came back and now there was two.
Hmm, I thought maybe a cook or someone snatched one for a snack just
to mess with me plus I didn't see Bob in the area. I come back again 5
mins later and they are all gone. At this point I knew something was
up. The clock strikes midnight and sure enough it was time for a Bobby
snack. Standing in the front row, in plain site, dipshit pulls a
cookie out of his pocket and starts a snackin. Door guy, who knows
what's going on, sees the cookie in his hand grabs Bob and pulls him
out front to check out the evidence. Sure enough our cookies.
Bob denies, "I brought these organic cookies from home".
Door guy, "well Bob it just so happens that we are missing at least
two white chocolate macadamia nut cookies and it just so happens that
you are in possession of two white chocolate macadamia nut cookies"
"Can you explain that Bob?"
Bob, " I don't know coincidence, because I brought these from home"
Door Guy, "I don't think so Bob, but I think it's time for you to go"
Now at this point the door guy could have taken our cookies back, but
would you want to touch anything that had been in Bob's pocket?
Probably not. So we sent Bob out in the rain with his bounty for the
night, two white chocolate macadamia nut cookies.
Cicero's is now a Beatle Bob free establishment for YOUR entertainment
Gareth Williams has left a message in your Guestbook on Thursday,
February 24, 2005 10:33 AM.
Topic: beatle bob
Comments: Please sit the hell down, or better yet, don't show up at all
Brett Clawson has left a message in your Guestbook on
Monday, March 28, 2005 12:23 PM.
Topic: Sit Down
Bob is a lonely man. I think he may be a retard. Here's an idea. The
time you see Bob at a show and he's dancing in front of the band, hit
the legs with a 2x4. 'Cause that's where he gets his super powers.
helpless against baseball bats too.
Richard has left
a message in your Guestbook on Wednesday, March 30, 2005
There is nothing dumber in the history of rock and roll than Beatle Bob,
"dancing" like a demented arsehole, getting in everyone's way, and
the fact that he is, when all is said and done, a complete and utter
who interrupts everyone else's enjoyment of whatever he's leaping about
Mike has left a
message in your Guestbook on Wednesday, March 30, 2005
Topic: Quit pokin me Bob
There seems to be some unwritten rule that if Bob is there to dance, you
gotta clear him some room. Well, at the Elvis Costello show at SXSW, he
right up front in a very crowded spot and insisted on doing his dance in
place where there was just not enough room. Everyone in front of him
getting poked by his trademark hand moves. When there's no room Bob, get
Sent: Monday, March 28, 2005 1:52 PM
Subject: beatle bob story
Hello my name is Scott. this story is very short and simple but it
was my worst encounter with beatle bob.
i was at the ROCKET FROM THE CRYPT show several years ago at the
galaxy. my first opportunity to see them. I’m a big fan mind you. im
standing there almost 2 feet away from the very front of the stage.
its about 4th or 5th song into the set. now, I’m about 5' 4" tall.
suddenly beatle bob comes and stands right in front of me between the
stage and me in that little space and starts dancing all goofy like he
does and stays there. i tap him on the shoulder and ask him if he
could move and he turns around and shakes his head at me and looks at
me like i asked him to buy me a car or something. other people around
me are getting uneasy about him too. so i spent the rest of the set
trying to look around him and then just sitting at the bar wishing i
was 2 feet away from the stage again. fuck that.