Finally made it out of Atlantic City. Never to return... Baltimore was next. It's been ROASTING here. 90 degrees by 9.30 this morning. Plan was to meet back up with Nick in Baltimore after his Spain gig. At least that was the plan. Got a text en route saying he'd missed his flight and wasn't going to arrive at the airport til 7.30pm. An early curfew that night meant we were due onstage at 7pm. ARSE.
The tour manager (above) and other acts were, well,.. a tad unhappy, shall we say. As we had no way of knowing for sure what time he'd get to the gig, (delayed flights/immigration/baggage) it was contingency time. We settled on switching the bill around to give him the best chance of getting on stage. Wang Chung and Berlin agreed to go on first and we were going to slot in before ABC. If he wasn't here by 9, we'd all be f*cked, breach of contract etc.
However, not much we could do about it. There were a few raised voices, but he was either going to make it or not.
Birch (Keys) sweating on Nick's Arrival
He made it - with 30 mins to spare. A seat of the pants show with no soundcheck (but we're getting used to that) in front of a fairly small turnout. Not the best experience, and I fear we may have tarred ourselves for the next few dates, but the show, as they say, must go...blah blah blah....
No comments:
Post a Comment