In my pre-Tour Manager days, when I was a drummer (circa 2013), my band had just finished our first night on an European support tour. It was my first ever ‘proper’ tour, one of those tours where, due to the routing, we should have had forked out for a tour bus rather than a splitter van and hotels. We roped in an ex-ambulance driver (because, well, you can’t get safer than that!) to help us drive the splitter while the rest of us took turns in the driver’s seat too. He was also coincidently a huge fan of the headliners, so on the promise of getting to see them play every night, he was more than keen to be there. Until show number 2…

 

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