The blork blog wants weird musical stories, so here is mine:
I went to a Madness reunion concert a few years ago in London. After a day of drinking watered down beer out of plastic cups and watching support bands of dubious quality, the crowd was more than ready for the main act.
As Madness came on stage, there was a huge surge forward, and being the svelt person that I am I kind of got lifted and carried along in the sea of people. Unfortunately one of my shoes didn’t get lifted with me, and there was no way I was going back for it, so the other one got kicked off and I spent the rest of the concert barefoot in the mud. It was actually quite liberating.
The problems came at the end of the concert, when we had to walk the streets of London looking for a taxi. It’s amazing the variety of things you can tread on or nearly tread on just walking down the street.
