This is a strange and rather long-winded story, that happened back in the late 70's. I was working with a band that featured two Brits, called the Mark-Almond Band, and we were on the road opening for the Little River Band on their first American tour. On off days, we had our own show dates, and one was in New York at a place called the Bottom Line, in Greenwich Village. We checked into our hotel about two hours before soundcheck,and a couple of us decided to wander about for a bit before we had to get busy. We were staying at the Central Park Marriott (IIRC), which was, at the time, an older building. I only include this to set up what is coming.
I'd been told that Johhny Almond, the sax player, had some (ahem), deep left-field sexual tendencies, and I was about to find out firsthand.
After getting situated in our rooms, the keyboard player and I decided to see if Johnny wanted to go check out some of the sights. We went to his room, and the door was slightly ajar, so we just walked on in--big mistake!
We see a guy in a Batman outfit humping a blond woman from behind who was chained, buck naked, and partially suspended outside the window fifteen stories up (it was a window that you could roll open, hence the old building reference). I'll never forget the sight of him, startled when we barged in, of him pulling out and whirling around with that Batman cape, minus the tights (if you know what I mean).
We slowly backed out of the room, and spoke nothing of it again, except for torturing him with the Batman theme song ever sound check thereafter.
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