Poem: Meeting Bruno
When I was 17, It was a very good year…
I met Bruno Lawrence in the most perfect Kiwi way.
I was packing my drumkit into the back of my car
When I heard a sandpaper-voice say, “flash drums, cunt!” Then a huge belch.
I looked back to find New Zealand’s finest actor and one of our greatest drummers, there in rugby shorts, a T-shirt and jandals, nursing a Stei…
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