Salzburg music festival.
This is the most bizarre thing I've ever done, and that's a big field.

I was roadie-ing for a small orchestra who decided to hit the street to drum up some interest. We were staying outside the city and needed to get in. Cars are useless in the festival season, so we rented one of these: www.bikerumor.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/conference-bike1.jpg

Me and another roady were doing the cycling while one of the world's best violinists played with one of the world's best trumpeters, a clarinetist and a flautist.

The final seat belonged to one of the guys from the street publicity team, a dwarf who, when we stopped, would get up on the centre podium and dance to the music. (His idea. He's a stone-cold nutter.)

I want you to imagine us pulling up outside the Festspielhaus, Salzburg's most respectable concert house as the great and good arrived in front of the television cameras playing 'O happy day' while the wee man danced.

We've not played Salzburg since.

Adn the really sad thing? Apart from the dwarf not technically being a dwarf (some other disease I can't pronounce), every word of this story is true.
(universalpsykopath loves what you've done with your hair., Mon 18 Jul 2011, 10:17, 2 replies)

I've never heard of a conference bike, before,
but I now want one, very much.
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Mon 18 Jul 2011, 20:51, closed)

They're good fun.
Dancing midget comes extra though.
(universalpsykopath loves what you've done with your hair., Tue 19 Jul 2011, 12:43, closed)