20 June 2006

The strangest thing happened this weekend within ten minutes of the Renegades going on the field for our first performance. We (the pit) were taking keyboards and other equipment with wheels down to get onto the field when the time came, but gravity had a different idea. Seeing as we had to take a strange down then slightly up then down again kind of path to get to the field, it was the perfect chance for something unfortunate to occur.

Given the circumstances, I should have probably not moved to a place that was in any way in front of the xylophone. Little did I know at the time that when equipped with crotales, a cymbal, and one of the [infamous?] Dresden toms that xylophones run amok. This lack of knowledge proved to be my downfall. No, literally.

On an amusing note, though, I counted seven bruises from the fall. Only two of them have any associated pain, and even that is not severe enough to cause massive (or tiny) issues. And out of all the things one can get run over by, it had to be a xylophone run amok. While it was definitely not funny at the time of the incident, by the time we had gotten back to the equipment trailer from the field, I was amused.

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