No surprises
Back in 1997 I was one of the techies for Radiohead's post-OK Computer tour. It had been an excellent run so far, but I was getting a bit messy in the head from all the late nights (and marching powder); not enough to ruin my work mind, but just enough to make me a *tic* wee bit *tic* twitchy like. No-one had noticed until now, but it was getting worse in the run up to Christmas, and this meant that people were paying even less attention to my mannerisms.

So when we got to the penultimate gig before Christmas, in Aberdeen, I have to admit that my temper was a bit out of sorts. One of the main speakers seemed to be a bit fucked; no bass was coming out of the shitting thing. I checked the leads, the pre-amps, the ins and outs, and even cabinet's walls. Eventually I snapped and booted the fucker.

The lead engineer by this point interrupted me and pulled me aside. "Oi, Rat, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" I replied somewhere along the lines of, "Cocking motherfucking *tic* piece of shit-blower *tic* ain't fuckin' booming *tic* mate."

"Do you even know how a digital speaker works, you dumb sack o' crap? Christ; if I show you what to do, will you cut it out with your digi woofer kicks?"

_{I could have sworn that worked last night}
( clockworkrat has nice pants, Thu 14 Jul 2011, 11:38, Reply)