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@CountryDave G-Sytem user??? was that Tony ?
is it crazy how saying sentences backwards creates backwards sentences saying how crazy it is?
I've no idea exactly what caused it, but the drummer's monitor caught fire half way through the first song.
At a weirder gig, we had...guitar trouble. My pedalboard inexplicably died right at the beginning of our set so I played the whole set without it, I broke a low E two songs in (managed to replace it while the singer was chatting), the other guitarist broke his A string in the penultimate song and then all but one of his neck pickup ring mounting screws fell out in the last song (brand new Gibson LP Studio), leaving the pickup flapping against the strings.
The cunning plan was that we would start playing in the dark the curtains would open and smoke would gently billow from the stage.
What actually happened was that a roadie charged with task of taping down loose leads had gaffa taped the guitarists lead to the floor rendering it immovable. Said guitarist also had fresh stitches in two right hand fingers.
Whilst the guitarist was losing a tug of war match someone stumbled into my bass detuning most of the strings. I'm tuning up at 250w with no idea why the guitar player hasn't started.
So after a lot of coughing we get some guitar. Curtains open and 10 minutes of smoke operation fills the entire hall. Guitarist has tape hanging from his lead and bleeding from two popped stitches. Sax player starts playing oblivious that he's in the wrong band.
I left after another gig two weeks later where the drummer inexplicably forgot how to play.
Chinese Death Star sounds like something the Empire got at the space station discount store
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At another pub gig I turned round between songs to have a slurp of my full pint of beer, which was on a windowsill behind my rig… only to find that during the previous song the pint glass must’ve vibrated to the front of the sill and tipped forward releasing its entire contents all over my Cornell Plexi head and Marshall 2x12 cab. Amazingly the beer didn’t get into the circuit of the amp so it was fine, and I discovered that Marshall’s salt n pepper grille cloth is impervious to beer stains as it didn’t show a single mark once the beer had dried off!
For some reason, after quite a long period where most amp designers got this right, there seems to be a fashion for a return to having the controls and vents on top. It's just asking for trouble.
"Take these three items, some WD-40, a vise grip, and a roll of duct tape. Any man worth his salt can fix almost any problem with this stuff alone." - Walt Kowalski
"Only two things are infinite - the universe, and human stupidity. And I'm not sure about the universe." - Albert Einstein
One of my favourite incidents happened during a Stones tribute gig at the Brook in Southampton a few years back. We're playing "She's a Rainbow". Lots of very intricate piano parts, so it's a real showcase for our keyboard guy.
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One from years ago first song big power chord and a dive bomb (Kahler trem - it was the 80's) bottom E string broke, switch to back up guitar for the rest of the set.
Our last bass player broke his A string no back up, no spare strings, fortunately it was our local so we had a break and my son nipped home and grabbed a bass so we could carry on.
At a gig in Worthing a pool table with contactless payment interfered with our current bass players wireless unit.
Welcome Inn - Blackpool, Had a large functions room with a proper stage (Curtains and everything) We had fire bombs that were controlled by a 12v Car battery that was next to the drum kit with wires leading to the four fire bombs at the front of the stage.
The drum riser had some kind of silver paper wrapped around it fastened with gaffer tape and I don't think the connections on the battery were quite on right, when halfway through the set smoke and flames started to lick it's way up the drum kit, so we all stopped and started stamping on the flames, the other guitarist managed to get some of the gaffer tape stuck onto his trousers and his jeans caught fire. - eventually we put the fire out, but we were lucky we didn't set the curtains behind us on fire and destroy the building.
The punters thought is was hilarious. Luckily the owner was in the main bar unaware of the mayhem.
On another occasion I set fire to the singer.
We were playing in a working mens club in Consett (North East England) and we had set up the fire bombs as usual with the switch safely tucked away near the drum kit, halfway through our second set I was prancing around like a loon trying to look like a rock guitarist when I landed on the switch that sets the bombs off, just as our lead singer was leaning over them.
A flame shot up 6ft and burnt the side of his neck, (could have been a lot worse) So we stopped the show, but the 'Concert Secretary' said we hadn't finished our time slot, and if we stopped now we wouldn't get paid.
The singer was taken to hospital and we carried on (me and the other guitarist singing) until we completed the set.
Our mates in the audience said that we played better once the singer left as we were really angry and it showed in the performance!!!!
Anyway, we stopped using fire bombs after that.
I walked over and calmly flicked the switch on his Singlecut back to the bridge pickup. He'd caught it with his right arm whist getting all fancy. He never used the neck pickup and used the selector with the neck volume down as a mute.
I once tuned my B string to a C, when silent tuning and not paying close enough attention to the note being diplayed on my tuner.
The rhythm part was power chords on the low strings. When it came to the solo, what I expected to hear wasn't what came out of my guitar. It was weird trying to resolve the lines I was playing. The gig was being recorded and it didn't sound as bad as I expected afterwards, and was like poor man's impersonation of Allan Holdsworth.
A keen groupie leaned forward and undid his flies as he widdled away. In his scramble to do them up again, he caught his tallywacker in the zip and recoiled backwards into the bass player, who was creasing up.
The pair ended up on the floor, Baz still with half his mangled maggot hanging out. Five stitches and it's never pointed the same way since.