We almost lost The Cult this week.
The band, currently on tour in Europe, “experienced a terrifying crash just before 6:00 AM local time earlier this week while in their tour bus traveling from Split, Croatia to Ljubijana, Slovenia,” a press release says.
“I was the only one awake,” recalls vocalist Ian Astbury, who was seated in the bus’s front lounge.
“All of a sudden, the bus veered violently, hit the guard rail and tipped on a 45-degree angle, then righted itself and came to a halt. The guard rail was the only thing that prevented us from going over an 80-foot drop.”
Say what? Dudes…The Cult nearly almost actually died, you guys! That’s fucking nuts.
Astbury was thrown into the aisle and suffered injuries to his neck, back and shoulder. The rest of the band and crew were asleep in their bunks, so no one else was badly hurt.
What was Ian doing up so early? Maybe he needs a pill to help him with this. Or pot.
“Limping down the highway, the driver was able to get the bus to a service station a few miles up the road. Astbury’s injuries were iced and he received pain medication,” the press release adds.
Oh yeah, baby! He’ll be sleeping well now. After some temporary patching up of the bus, the band was able to make it to the venue for that night’s show, and played a full set.
“No one has had any sleep, so the guys are pretty beat, and we are still in shock, to be honest,” admits Astbury. “You never think something like this is going to happen to you, and it just did.”
You almost nearly totally died in a fatal, cliff-jumping bus crash.
I wonder if this brush with death will change Ian’s outlook on life…that every day is a precious gift. Probably not.