- 05 Apr 01
The most famous beards in rock 'n' roll are back with a new album that's guaranteed synthesiser-free and hotter than a Tex-Mex jalapeno pepper. As ZZ Top do a John Major and return to basics, DUSTY HILL tells STUART CLARK about the danger of eating chili-dogs, what he used to get up to under the bed-clothes as a kid and the nature of his relationship with long-horned steers.
I SWORE. I promised. Shit, I even wrote it in blood on a piece of parchment that I wasn’t going to ask this question but I can’t help myself. Dusty, what’s it like having a beard that goes all the way down to your bellybutton?
“Well,” muses the ZZ Top bassist, “you sure as hell don’t order spaghetti in restaurants. Soup’s also dangerous because it has a habit of dribbling off the spoon but the biggest ‘no no’ are chilli-dogs. Bite into them and you’ve got meat and mustard and onions flying everywhere. If you’re going to eat one of those, you do it in private!”
This brings back a horrendously embarrassing experience I had a couple of years ago in London. The good-natured smiles which accompanied my progress down Oxford Street were beginning to make me think that perhaps the world wasn’t such a crap place after all and then I saw my reflection in a shop-window and realised the reason for this bonhomie was the pickled-gherkin superglued to my luxuriant lip-growth with mayonnaise.