1. I turned on my Nord, and half the sounds were missing. Pianos, yes; upright piano, yes; rhodes, no; wurly, no; clav, no; mellotron, yes. What the hell? All you could hear was what sounded like the return on the effects, so it was just a small amount of rhodes with a lot of reverb (the fundamental sound was not there). Why? Don't know. I was able to work around it with the other keyboard. Glad it didn't happen at a monster gig where I would have been closer to suicidal.
2. Egnater pointed at me. Why? Don't know.
3. A constant stream of cigarette smoke from the pack of over 50s swingers. I know they're harmless, but they creep me out (and no, I will not hug you) and they chain smoke right in front of me the entire night. Why can't they go bug Bencuya for a while?
4. Annoying middle aged women who think they're MILFs because they've given birth. No, you can't wear my hat. No, you can't have the tambourine. No.
The stripper hanging out with a local radio personality: "I love your sax playing. I play alto saxophone."
Me: "Cool! Thanks for coming out tonight." I never know what to say to that…what you did in middle school band and what I do now are veeeerrrry far apart.
Stripper: "Why are you standing alone in the dark?"
Me: "There's no one in here that I want to talk to."
Stripper: "Oh. Sorry."
That's the way it went.
I plugged in the Nord today and everything works fine, which leads me to believe that even my equipment hates the 10 High.
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