In the late nineties, the blues rock band I was in got a private party gig outdoors at a golf course. We were told there'd be a stage, but there was really just a grassy little hill. We set up anyway. Well, the party started out well enough, but as the night wore on, it started to rain in a very fine mist that was not bad enough to chase any of the drunks-- er, fans away. But it was wet enough to start wrecking havoc with the equipment. As a trombone player, it wasn't an issue for me. But for our lead singer/guitarist, every time he'd lean towards the mic, he'd get a little static jolt that got worse each time. Eventually, he'd had enough.
Yeah, we left earlier than scheduled despite mild objections. They kindly still paid us the full amount, so I really can't complain.
Yeah, we left earlier than scheduled despite mild objections. They kindly still paid us the full amount, so I really can't complain.