According to Global News, Daniel Whitmore (44),the frontman of Powerclown, a Canadian Iron Maiden tribute band that wears clown makeup, was arrested in Japan on December 11th at the Narita International Airport. His arrest was for allegedly smuggling stimulant drugs that has a street value of over $7 million, which were all found in his guitar case and tea canisters.
Whitmore goes by the stage name Dicksee Diànno, a tribute to the original Iron Maiden lead singer Paul Di’Anno. The Vancouver singer was caught carrying almost 10 kilograms of drugs into the country and he will most likely be facing serious jail time.
Japan Today reported that Whitmore’s visit was for sightseeing purposes and he was quoted saying he supposedly agreed to carry the drugs for an acquaintance because he needed the money. The singer was scheduled to deliver the drugs to a contact at a hotel in Narita City. Instead, customs officers noticed his suspicious behavior which included excessive sweat and his guitar case looked much heavier than it should. This prompted them to examine his belongings, which led to the discovery of the stimulant drugs. It’s also been noted that Japan are tough on drug smugglers, and they have convicted similar cases with prison sentences of 10 years or more along with hefty fines.
The band responded to Dicksee’s action by the following Facebook post:
“With regards to certain legal actions taken against a certain member of one of my clients, Powerclown, I hereby release the following statement from the band.
Sincerely, Raymond Paip –
Attorney at Large.
Flags are flying half mast at the Powerclown circus tent. I assure you, any frowns we are wearing are real. Painted on or not. All we can do is hope for the best for him. Clownery and parlour tricks, whether by him or us ain’t gonna do no good. Even with his voice, the voice of a songbird, and his velvet-painting-smooth charm, he wont be able to talk his way out of these hijinks, even if he did speak Japanese.
While none of us clowns condone Dicksee’s actions, or recommend anyone else attempting something this foolish, we do hope for the best for our grease-painted pal. We hope that by some small…make that large…miracle, he somehow manages to slide into his cock-pink pants and dance himself back home to face this different form of music he has created for himself. We love you Dicksee. If you somehow make it back here, and we hope you do, we may even go easy on you. Maybe. No promises.