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angelikaJ -> RE: Just fucking wow (4/30/2014 5:12:04 PM)
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Henri Herbert is a pianist and a very remarkable fellow. 50% English 50% French 50% Rock, 50% Roll and a whopping 200% Crazy! With a left hand like thunder and a right hand like lightning, he can reduce a Steinway to matchwood in twenty minutes. Though the exact details of his past remain veiled, it is rumoured that Europe’s answer to “The Killer” is quite literally that. A killer! Henri is a very private person and plays his cards close to his chest - but if the gossips are to be believed, he once did away with a persistent heckler at an after-hours show in a Parisian jazz bar, beating his victim to death with an ornate candle-stick which had been left on top of the piano by his overly flamboyant support act. Monsieur Herbert immediately fled the scene.
Before anyone had even thought of calling the Gendarmes he had reached the coast and, under the cover of darkness, swam the English channel to start afresh in a new country. With his film star looks, thick wavy hair, pencil moustache and rubber nose, Henri Herbert was an overnight sensation. Often working with the lovely and talented Laura B, Henri decided he would also like to experiment with bigger line-ups and it was at that fortuitous point that he heard of our friends Messers Russell and Liddard, and their own quest.
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