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His-tories 1:
A
day never to forget.
This happened in the beginning of the eighties.
I
had to play in a n area of a big city where it was a bit dangerous.
I drove
in about 8 .00 pm with the equipment in the van, when I saw some policemen bending
over as if they were looking for something. Then one of them walked over to me
and asked "
"...Hey did you see somebody wounded, running away..."
I denied and he went back to the others. I then saw that they were following a
blood track. I drove on, of course wondering what was going on. When I arrived
at the place I had to be, I saw some weird looking guys standing in front of the
place. I didn't feel comfortable being alone but I had to get the equipment in
the place, so I started to unload the van. Suddenly I heard a heavy voice "...Let
me help you man...". I watched up and I saw a big man standing in front of
me. "...I don't want to rob you, let me work for my money man...".
"...Ok..."
all I could loose is my life, I thought. He really started to help and soon we
were finished.
I gave him a very good tip, and it was definitely more than
he expected, he thanked me by slapping my hand, but so strong that it dislocated
my shoulder. While he walked away I silently cried in pain behind my car. However
my shoulder got in again after my colleagues arrived . The gig started, but I
was of course a bit worried about my shoulder, and not really concentrated. I
don't recall who mentioned it, but between two songs somebody complained that
the music was sounding as if there was no treble, only bass ….
Believe
it or not, Two guys managed to steal the tweeters from the PA system while the
band was playing!!!!