We were in our new home town, Worcester, again (not that we live anywhere near, just that our last gig was there) playing upstairs in coffee shop cum bar cum record shop.
Arrived to find a room which would possibly fit 30 people in plus the four bands playing...
Sound guy had had it sprung on him that he was doing it that afternoon - he had no idea where the kit was and the promoter hadn't turned up yet (already 1/2 hour late!).
So as we were headlining I stuck my baby rig on a pair of redundant (and broken) PA speakers and sneaked off for a burger (a Five Guys one, expensive but streets ahead of Maccy D's!).
Came back an hour later to hear band 1 doing a soundcheck - they were due on at 8, but it was already 8.25.
Then I spotted my old mate of 40 years who'd schlepped up from London to see us - so I basically missed the first band though they sounded pretty decent from downstairs.
Next band started at 2130ish - tight as, uptempo punky stuff with a slightly poppy edge, all wore orange jumpsuits, were called Guinea Pigs and are well worth seeing.
Penultimate band were called Paper Sailor from Glasgow - not at all punky, more metal but with melodic vox, bassman had an extremely battered Warwick which was good, they were a bit different from the norm which the Power Ranger suits added to - also well worth seeing!
We finally got to set up around 1120 ( we were due on at 11 or before), did a 4 bar line check then started our set with an extended bass solo (!we often do - it's a whole 24 bars with gentle feedback and cymbal accompaniment - nobody left the room!) and into "Buried Alive".
Despite that late hour the room was about as full as it could be of peeps who'd actually paid to get in, some of whom commenced to jig about wildly which encouraged us to do an almost flawless and rather rockin' set. I allowed myself the conceit of believing this was solely and entirely down to a new Helix patch I'd made which was a very slightly overdriven and heavily gated meaty thwacky slap sound, which I made the most of by slappin'n'poppin' like a superannuated Flea Tribute. Our other bass player was so impressed that he grinned at me and gave me a lovely wave like Gareth Hunt in that old Nescafe ad.
The only mistake was at the end of Knockout which was meant to end abruptly on "3" but the drummer wasn't looking at me for his cue to stop. Still, nobody noticed I think!
And a particularly punky looking chap came up to our Raph at the end and pointed at me and said "is that a Parker? I didn't believe they actually existed but there it is!".
Managed to pack down and trolley to the car (£11,70 parking in NCP!!!!!) in 10 minutes so left Worcester at 1230, arriving home 1 hour 1 minute later (Google said 1 hr 19) in time for a wee dram of Talisker and a spot of Rupaul's Drag Race (!) before bed (and loud dog barking at 0630...)
My other gear was BBE pre, DBX rack compressor, Bridged Crown power amp and Markbass 2x10.