Stillwater Runs Deep – completing William Millers article

As most of you know – and are probably fed up with me mentioning, tonight’s the Singles / Almost Famous double bill at The Prince Charles Cinema.

I’m going to be taking some stuff to display, however I’m also leaving some printouts of William Miller’s Rolling Stone article “STILLWATER RUN DEEP”. In the film – and online – I’ve only ever been able to find reference to the superb opening line. I sourced the first page of the transcript from a photo on the limited edition vinyl soundtrack of the Untitled cut of the movie. That extract is what I’ll be leaving in the bar and what you’ll find below.

For the fans and writers out there, I’m going to attempt a crowd sourcing event to see if we can finish the article. If you have a suggestion for the next line or paragraph then please leave it in the comments below or tweet using the #stillwaterrunsdeep hashtag. I’ll pick the best options. No idea if this will work as I’m rubbish at social networking… fingers crossed, lets give it a try.

I am flying high over Tupelo, Mississippi, with America’s hottest band… and we are all about to die.

“We shouldn’t be here,” says Stillwater’s effusive lead singer, Jeff Bebe. He is holding onto a drink, and it splashes across his purple shirt. Bebe, 24, was just last night in front of a sold-out crowd at Carnegie Hall in New York City. Now his friendly face exudes nothing so much as pure panic. The airplane takes another dip. Hail pounds the wings.

“If I haven’t told you this before,” says the band’s star guitarist Russell Hammond, “I love you all.”

The members of Stillwater look at each other, their words now take on a truly black nature. Like the sky outside, everything threatens us in a menacing way. I have been on the road with the band for a week, a week of fun and chaos and music. But now all of that is the furthest from this newly successful band’s thoughts. The plane takes another mighty knock.

But then, this is a band used to mighty knocks. Originally The Jeff Bebe Band, frontman Bebe was forced to go looking for a new guitarist when former ace Andy Northrup took up with evangelical Christianity and left the band in a diner in Macon Georgia. It was another musician from Troy, Michigan who answered the ad that Bebe placed in a  regional magazine called Peaches. That guitarist was the songwriting force behind another Michigan band, Plow, which had just broken up. When Russell Hammond read the ad ….