The sound man had a benign tone about his delivery, ‘Don’t worry, I’ve done this before – it’ll be really cool.
The first part of that sentence is a moot point – I am stymied by a burden of proof - but the second proved to be woefully incorrect and as such I have learned never, ever, to trust anyone claiming to be, or even anything that looks remotely like a sound man, again
I had been asked to play drums at a Christian youth event at a college in a small town just outside London. The event assumed the moniker Fresh Fire: a welcome title since it was a bitter November night compounded by an absence of heating in the venue. The crowd and God’s almighty presence, we were sure, would warm things up
