Being on the road with Sonny Sharrock - always a pleasure, a reliable, gentle man, never loosing his countenance - until…… It happened in Wuppertal near our night hang-out Cafe Congo. The night before we had played in town, today we had to go 200 km down south by car with a driver/roadie from the UK, a good guy (sorry, forgot your name, my friend). In the afternoon we met with our management Mr. X, Sonny had to discuss some business concerning a new band he wanted to set up and Mr. X had promised a lot of work for that. While working with LAST EXIT Sonny finally got the recognition he deserved. Roadie and I were standing aside, waiting. The conversation got louder and louder, some verbal fight was on the way. Than, with a very fast move, Sonny took a razorblade out of the breast pocket of his sports jacket, unfolded it - all in one move - and shouted WHATTHEFUCKDOYOUWANT, I slice you up, have done that before in Vietnam! I never had seen before (and haven’t after) a face turning so grey and green, Mr. X - not used to some body exercise - turned around and started to run up the hill, the Obergrünewalderberg, quite a steeple chase, and never was seen again. Roadie and I had moved closer but before we could do anything the whole spook was over. We drove to the gig, finished the tour and Sonny was the gentle man he always had been.

- Peter Brötzmann , Wuppertal, 20th of May,2014 Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.