Some people have never heard of Sir Richard Branson, world-famous entrepreneur and philanthropist… which is surprising, seeing as how he’s world-famous and all. But even if you’d never heard the name “Sir Richard Branson”, chances are you have interacted with at least one of more than 400 of his companies, all part of the Virgin group. So, whether one has heard a musician who’s recorded on the Virgin label, or flown a trans-atlantic flight with Virgin Airways, or simply spoken to someone with a Virgin Mobile phone, this laid back, broad-shouldered gentleman has quite literally touched the lives of billions.
We had most certainly heard of Sir Richard Branson, but cooler to us as far was we were concerned was that he had heard of us, and wanted us to perform for his daughter Holly’s birthday party… on his private island. HOLY MOLY! Or in Lisa’s word’s, WOWIE ZOWIE!
It was quite an adventure simply getting our equipment where it needed to be; it’s not like the average gig, where you pull the tour bus up to the loading dock and wheel your equipment through the kitchens and out the door behind the stage. This time, we had to adventurously transport our cases containing lighting and sound equipment, our instruments, and ourselves via large rubber rafts. It was fun… and wet. Luckily, Pink Flamingos double as excellent tarps, and we managed to keep our equipment relatively dry on the journey. And awesomely enough, there were sea turtles on the way, cheering us on.
As far as the show went, those Bransons know how to partaaay! During the night, we were even graced with a Coldplay song, with an original styling by Holly Branson herself. Imagine the setting; a private unspoiled private island with the musical prowess of the Pink Flamingos equals one heck of a party…so much, in fact that at the end of the night, Sir Richard asked us to stay the night after we were through.
As much as we would have liked to have a Pinks Sleepover at SRB’s house, we had a flight to catch to get home. So, he gratefully offered the use of the large rubber rafts to get us back to the main land. It was even more interesting on the way back; it was pitch black. The kind of black that is so disorienting that it’s actually easier to close your eyes! We were very fortunate to have excellent raft navigators helping us get home. Thanks to their know-how, it only took about 30 minutes to arrive at our destination.
Exhausted, wet, and glowing from the performance, very tired flamingos went to bed in the wee hours of the morning thinking of an interesting exchange between Sir Richard Branson and the audience:
He asked the audience what New Mexico was famous for. Most native New Mexicans, when asked what their home state is famous for, say green chile. Probably, Richard was expecting to hear the new spaceport. The answer that had us grinning as we drifted to sleep was,
The Pink Flamingos!