The first time we played an outdoor gig at a festival.
We'd already done half the rider and then some, as the guy before us simply wouldn't leave.

We went on at about 2130. We started the set and I remember noting the beautiful feeling of the cool evening breeze and the warm, fresh air, as I belted out the rhythms.

The set got underway - it was only a small festival - and there were about 15 people in front of us, having a wee jig.

Then the lights turned from the stage outwards, to illuminate scores of people, all dancing to our songs.

Nothing like having a taste of being a rock star.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 6 Aug 2010, 10:29, 2 replies)

I like this.

( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Fri 6 Aug 2010, 11:26, closed)

I had exactly the opposite of this
My band was the support act. If I'm honest, we were the support act for the support act. It was a freezing night, pitch black. We went on stage and started playing, freezing cold, but I could see a few people in front of the stage seeming to be into the music. Then the lights turned outwards and a huge field was illuminated, completely empty. Everyone was queuing for a hot dog while they waited for the main act.
(Smale is stuffed, Fri 6 Aug 2010, 12:15, closed)