The ubiquitous guitar buzz delays doors by 45 minutes as dimmers are turned on and off once more and heavy cable is dragged across muddy fields towards some distant sub-station. The audience stands mute in the rain outside, waiting. As The Turn hit the stage, thick fogs rises from the several thousand soggy but, by now, hot punters. Best cracked oil effect I've seen in years. Some short time later, as the warm fog meets the cold plastic roof, it begins to rain indoors.
Umbrellas start to appear.
My desk is covered in plastic sheets. I'm operating in Braille again. Summer is starting to take on a distinctly surreal countenance and is careering towards the banal and absurd. I'm given a Diamond 3 desk and a Mac 500 head to play with in the corner. I happily program a show.