Friday night on break after the first set, we were
standing around shooting the shit when I noticed the
lights on the drums were getting brighter somehow.
I moved to get a better look, then told the lead
guitarist in a matter-of-fact tone:
"The drums are on fire".
After the singer poured a liter of water on the
kickdrum, we figured out that a stage light fell
over and heated the finish to the point of ignition.
Flames were about three feet high before the fire
was put out. No major damage, and we were lucky to
be playing outdoors so the smoke wasn't a big deal
either.
On Saturday night, a buffalo wandered onstage.
Things are getting weird around here.
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