I was talking to a friend earlier today. Both me and my friend have played in bands in our youth, and were swapping war stories about those days. I was reminded of this fun anecdote:

There was one gig where the band I was in played at a tiny little all-day festival somewhere in Belgium, and the stage setup was really messy. The guitarist trod on the power cable to my keyboard, and pulled it so that it interrupted the power, but only for a split second. This reset it to its default settings, losing all the custom sounds I’d set up for some of the buttons. And, to my horror, causing it to play a samba demo song instead of the backing sequence I’d programmed when I pressed one of those preset buttons. This did not blend nicely at all with the gothic metal we were in the middle of playing.

Also, this was a summer festival and we were playing at the height of the midafternoon heat

… in leather trousers, big ruffle shirts and black mesh tops.

Have you ever seen goths sweat the white foundation off their faces?