Big new arena on an airfield. Same crew, same rig, same comedy of errors. Though hot-patched successfully yesterday, nothing was marked. Eventually, desk checked and rig focused, I wander outside to the airstrip to hitch a ride in one of the gliders I'd noticed being catapulted to a thousand feet, then set gloriously free. I check the desk.
Nothing comes up as marked.
Ten minutes to show time and hoards of people are huddled around the dimmers. Take that one out again. Yeah, that's better. I do the show with half the rig unplugged as the guitars buzz and fart their way through the evening. It rains during the load out, and someone tells me about the nine deaths in the Roskilde mud crush last night.