okay since I've been all about quoting the Flannagan bible, here's more
Organizing the travel plans is Dennis Sheehan, U2's longtime road manager. Disorganizing them is B. P. Fallon, the viber/deejay/guru who sits in his Trabant on the B stage every night before U2 comes on and spins records and tells the crowd to love each other while wearing a cape and big floppy hat. There are no two more dissimilar people north of the equator than Dennis and Beep, and they go back a long way. In the seventies they wre also on the road together, when Dennis wa Led Zeppelin's assistant tour manager and Beep was their publicist. When Bono insisted Beep be drafted for the Zoo tour, Dennis warned, in his quiet manner, that Beep was not at his best on the road. Dennis likes to run his operation like hte army, and Beep is the Furry Freak Brother model of a conscientious objector.
In the lobby this morning Beep, who weighs about as much as a canary, is straining under the great weight of a wooden cart laden with a pile of suitcases, trunks and stereo gear literally taller than the pixielike hippie. Apparently he didn't have his stuff together in time for the luggage pickup, so they left without him. Lately Beep's been on probation. He has a tendency to skip out on the incidental charges on his hotel bills, and to pile his trunks and suitcases onto staggering bellboys whom he never tips. There wa so much complaining about "Freebie Fallon" from hotel staff that Dennis resorted to the heaviest penalty: B.P.'s case was handed over to Larry "the Hanging Judge" Mullen, who has agreed to let B. P. finish out the rest of the 1992 dates if he stays out of trouble. (A new deejay will be brought in for the '93 shows.)
Since then Larry has been chasing Beep up and down the inns and restaraunts of America making sure he coughs up his share of the bills. Larry also ordered him to stop complaining that every room he checks into is unacceptable, and to quit calling ahead to the next hotel and saying "This is Mr. Fallon, I'll be arriving on Tuesday and I have a list of specifications for my room." The relationship between the up-and-up Larry and the crafty leprechaun Beep is very much like that between Superman and Mr. Mxyzptlk, the mischievous imp from the fifth dimension who used to fly around Metropolis turning the Daily Planet globe into a giant balloon and Jimy Olsen into Turtle-boy until Superman would trick him into saying his name backward, which would cause him to vanish back into his own dimension. Lately I think I've heard Larry mumbling "Nollaf P.B., Nollaf P.B."
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~ALOTWU!~
"It never ceases to amaze me. Here, we have a man who claims professes to enjoy flower arranging, has no qualms over donning a skirt at any given time and, now we learn, prefers to use the ladies' restroom. And yet somehow he manages to embody all that is masculine and sexy. I don't know how he does it. " ~Gina, on Adam
Gina: WOOHOO!
