Saturday, September 27th, 2003
Well I got up at 8:30am this morning.. Saturday morning for christ sake, to set up for Queen at the Silverdome. If you don’t already know, I am a qualified sound engineer, but don’t do much work in the bizz as there isn’t any. Anyway I do jobs every now and then as a loader/setup-er… not a roady, as they travel with the band.. therefore the name roady. Basically it shit manual labor, but it is good to do that sort of work every now and then. The setup was fairly easy, only 4 hours long. Small rig, just flew the X-array system (the big speakers up into the air) and set up the amps, splitters and setup the mics. I really don’t understand people pay money to see a tribute band o an old great band. I bet most of them didn’t even know half of it wa running of synced mini-disc. But it is money for me 
When home afterwards and avioded the stupid football grandfinal by sleeping on the couch, until Toon yeld from the computer room, “I’ve found a lollie!”. Talk about jarring my brain back into reality, especial when it came into my ears as “IgggfggfgALLLLI!”. Scared the shit out of me, and I also had headphones on.
Well Sooki and I watched Alice in Wonderland on winTV as there wasn’t anything better to do and then I went to pack the show up (about 10.30pm).
Then the day got shit. We pulled the system apart really fast. Got it all packed up and ready to be lugged back into the semi trailers. As there was only two trucks, we had a sound truck and a light truck. Directing the lighting truck is a little shit called Garath. This is a guy who thinks the sun not only shines out his arse, but if it didn’t it would be someone elses fault but his own. This guy shit me, and ever other person on the gig. I havn’t heard so much distain for someone in a longtime, and even from people who just meet him. Garath is 20 and thinks he knows everything. We the crew of this gig think is Garath is a spoiled shit and he has fucked up the load out! A simple 2-3 hours pull-down and lug out, but NO, Garath had his own ideas on how to do it and didn’t listen to any of the crew or his superiours. 1.5 hours after we should have been home in the warmth, we are still tring to pack the fucking trucks. It is hard to explain, but to put it simply, this guy will get someone killed one day. I feel I won’t be working for them again if he is on the gig.
Well I am fucked, and need sleep.