WHY DIDN'T ANYONE KNOW ABOUT THIS TILL NOW?
Well, one man can only be so lucky.
Russo was given two first-class tickets to London for the
ceremony, and, thinking ahead, he brought along his then-bandmate
Mike "Stitch" Magee, of rockshowphotography.com,
to document the proceedings for his disbelieving friends
back home. After the big event, and the rousing cocktail
party that ensued, Mike gave Joe the rolls of film he'd
shot to take home and develop. But his luggage was irretrievably
lost en route, and with it the only proof of the whole unlikely
tale. Or so he was told...
Dejected, Joe opted to keep the story out of the press (to
this day, his publicist will rudely cut off any interviewer
who attempts to inquire about it), fearful of being accused
of fabricating the whole thing. And 4 years passed...
And then a few months ago, a representative of Air Singapore
showed up at the office of NYC concert promoters Rocks Off,
bearing a large suitcase and a garment bag. When they saw
that the tags on the luggage said "J. Russo",
the wealthy and handsome gentlemen behind New York's best-loved
live music events agreed to sign, though they were unsure
how the bags had made it to their door.
The delivery man explained that Joe's possessions had somehow
been misrouted to Singapore all those years ago. When, for
obvious reasons, they weren't claimed, they were sent to
customs for examination. Something in the bags alerted the
K-9 unit on hand, which, due to Singapore's archaic customs
laws, meant the bags were to be quarantined in an underground
bunker for no less than 4 years before being opened and
When they finally were, the offending article turned out
to be a tea set that Prince Charles had slipped into Russo's
bag unbeknownst to him, as a final gift for the new honorary
Englishman. Of course, transporting any kind of plant matter
across national borders is a strict customs no-no, but the
Singaporese officials, in an uncharacteristic display of
clemency, decided to merely confiscate and incinerate the
tea, and set about tracking down their rightful owner. Russo
had put 161 Hudson Street, the old Wetlands address, on
his nametags, and the Rocks Office had been left as Wetlands'
A quick phone call later, the film was finally back in the
hands of its rightful owner, and, with photographic corroboration,
the story can at last be told...