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Have you ever done something like this?
- Thread starter Esquillama
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I've forgotten things for rehersal. Forgot my head once and my bass another time. Then I remember the bass and head and cabs, only to forget all my cables. Luckilly I only live a couple miles from where I reherse.
Almost had a heart attack once on the drive home. I had my 410 cab in the bed of my dad's pick-up with a come-along holding it against the gate to keep it from sliding around. I go around a corner and I had a loud thump... the tail gate appearently wasn't latched and flopped open. Luckilly my cab was still in the bed. Had I accelerated slightly more, I would have been down a cab.
BoS
Almost had a heart attack once on the drive home. I had my 410 cab in the bed of my dad's pick-up with a come-along holding it against the gate to keep it from sliding around. I go around a corner and I had a loud thump... the tail gate appearently wasn't latched and flopped open. Luckilly my cab was still in the bed. Had I accelerated slightly more, I would have been down a cab.
BoS
That one just jogged my memory-- I had forgotten about this one:
A long time ago, I was riding home from a wedding gig in the band's van, and my '60s Ampeg B15N was in the back. The door opened and my amp fell out onto the road (we were actually on a highway entrance ramp-- a few feet further, and we would've been travelling at highway speed). The amp landed upright, the dolly broke off, and the amp fell over on its side. The dolly was destroyed, but the amp was unscathed. I just had to buy a plank of wood and a couple of straps to fashion a homemade dolly.
A long time ago, I was riding home from a wedding gig in the band's van, and my '60s Ampeg B15N was in the back. The door opened and my amp fell out onto the road (we were actually on a highway entrance ramp-- a few feet further, and we would've been travelling at highway speed). The amp landed upright, the dolly broke off, and the amp fell over on its side. The dolly was destroyed, but the amp was unscathed. I just had to buy a plank of wood and a couple of straps to fashion a homemade dolly.
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Haaaaaaa! Haaaaaaaaaa! Wouldnt you freak out? after spending all that hard earned cash, all that loving and tenderness towards your gear, and suddenly you forget it IN THE STREET!?
I would try to find that old lady, pay her a nice dinner and plant a kiss on her... actualy...
Nah, I wouldnt...Yuck... I'd definitly want to thank her though.
Haaaaaaa! Haaaaaaaaaa! Wouldnt you freak out? after spending all that hard earned cash, all that loving and tenderness towards your gear, and suddenly you forget it IN THE STREET!?
I would try to find that old lady, pay her a nice dinner and plant a kiss on her... actualy...
Nah, I wouldnt...Yuck... I'd definitly want to thank her though.
In a kind of related incident, my band was playing at a nasty bar in a relatively bad area of Albany, NY, and my guitarist was unloading his car and bringing his stuff inside bar. Whenever we leave gear in our cars in a bad neighborhood, even for a second, we always lock our cars. But this particular night, he forgot to lock it, and someone stole his Paul Reed Smith out of his car. He never got it back.
MYguitarist forgot his Pod on my car once.
We just heard it sliding off the roof. It was night, adn we stopped to look for it, but coudln't find it anywhere.
We just heard it sliding off the roof. It was night, adn we stopped to look for it, but coudln't find it anywhere.
liquid-dream-ex said:
It may have been possible to locate the pod if you could calculate the mass of the pod, shape of the mass affecting windflow, the speed you were driving, the force applied to the pod taking into account the amount of friction afforded by the roof of the car, the trajectory and geography of the immediate location. You could almost predict approximately where the pod would've landed.
Meanwhile, back at the thread......
Done something like this exactly three times. Or rather, I did it once and was involved with others twice.
dcr
Done something like this exactly three times. Or rather, I did it once and was involved with others twice.
- Got up late once before a noon gig. Loaded my compact station wagon with my 4x10, rack and clothes. Left my bass at that house. Drove to the bandleaders' house about 100 miles away to go to the gig, then discovered I'd left my bass at home. Luckily, he had a spare bass in the truck. Ended up playing the gig on some 80's Yamaha/Ibanez Roadstar pointy-thing. But it was a bass.
- Later with that same band: We left for the same noon gig on a different day. This time, we left the back of the truck (diesel, 5-ton van) up. We'd driven about 30 miles when we came to an intersection (too fast ) with a hard left turn. Coasted thru it and heard a noise. Looked out the window and his Martin acoustic was sliding past us on the pavement. Luckily it was in a serious road case. Even more luckily was the fact that we hadn't lost anything else over those 30 miles.
- One stormy night, we left the trailer door open after my horn-band gig. Down a gravel road, in the dark, in the rain, we scattered stuff for probably 1/2 a mile before someone in the car pool finally caught up to us. Not fun looking for stuff in the mud while soaked to the skin at 2:00 in the morning.
dcr
Ohhhhh! You get the prize! Horrendous! You must make lists!
1. All gear in car
2. Close all car doors and apertures
3. Pack wellies just in case
1. All gear in car
2. Close all car doors and apertures
3. Pack wellies just in case
I left my Peavey Grind on the train once. Or rather I almost did. The joys of public transport. I got off the train, started walking along the platform then had an "Oh @#~#" moment. Ran back on the train, dived through the doors as they were closing. Got the bass and had to stay on the train till the next stop. The bass was in a gigbag with a considerable amount of music, my tuner, a decent lead and a reasonable strap. Really couldn'tve afforded to lose it. I've left one of my tennis raquets on the train before and predictably despite many enquiries at the lost property office it was never seen again. Far too many people who would gladly steal anything left unattended on a train in my area for my liking.
Years ago in High School I was in Orch and the Bass Player in Concert band... but they made me also learn Tuba.... One night the Pep Band played at a Hockey Game and I was almost out of the parking lot when I thought some thing was missing... The Plastic Sousaphone!!!!!!!! I managed to get back into the arena and found it sitting in the bleachers where I had left it.
Other than that I have only left music folders on the roof of the car and I manged to back track abnd find all the sheet music and get back in time for the concert.
Other than that I have only left music folders on the roof of the car and I manged to back track abnd find all the sheet music and get back in time for the concert.
One night the door to the band trailer was left open and so we lost a monitor and a mic stand to the Baltimore Harbor Tunnel thruway. Required two tolls to turn around and get the monitor - as expected, it was kinda bashed up, but it was fixed and gave us a couple extra years of service.
According to the bandleader/driver, they had a guy drive by them saying, "HEY! DID YOU ALL LOSE A TV!!??"
According to the bandleader/driver, they had a guy drive by them saying, "HEY! DID YOU ALL LOSE A TV!!??"
teedub said:
I second that!
Had a drummer who one night after a gig loaded his drums in the back of his pickup. He lost a tom somewhere on the way home.
If you ever see a drum on the side of the road let me know.
Aj* said:
Guilty too. Except I had the Oh-$%$% moment at exactly the same time the doors was closing. I had to switch trains there that's why I got out. So I ran downstairs to the most-of-the-time-totally-useless Dutch Railroad "service" employees and asked if she could please please please!!! call the conductor of the train, and she did and got my bass and dropped it off at the final station of that train. So I hopped in a train and got my Corvette Pro back about 30 km from where I left, and about 30 minutes later too
I can be quite messy at times... my head is ALWAYS in the clouds, I am always pondering about this or that. I need a system for everything or I will forget it. I always keep my bass besides me in the train, or between my legs if someone's sitting next to me but the train was loaded that day and I had to leave it on one of those carrier platforms above your head. The train conductor said people were looking quite suspiciously to it...
Anyway I left plenty of other stuff in the train. I once lost a €15 tuner, guess I left that in the train as well when I left it on the table getting something else out of my gigbag. I once left €80 of new clothes I had just bought in Amsterdam. And I left 2 (cheap) coats, at least a dozen umbrellas and a few scarves in the train.
A few weeks ago I left for a weekend. I left my bike at the train station as usual. The bike sucks, I am a student and they always get thrashed or stolen in student towns. Mine never got stolen. I paid 25 euros for the bike and 30 euros for the lock
I already lost a bike before by applying the lock across a pole but actually forgetting to put it through the frame. So this weekend I came back, and I saw another lock on my bike and was *** WHAT KIND OF AN IDIOT PUTS A LOCK AROUND ANOTHER MAN's BIKE! THAT'S SO LAME! only to notice I forgot to lock my own bike. I probably opened the lock, and then closed it again, forgetting I need to put it through my wheel.... Anyway so I was at my bike with a lock around it I had no key for, and I was pretty damn hungover and I didn't want to take it to the police or a bike shop: "hey could you please remove this lock!" looking like that. So I decided to just walk home after applying my own lock. Next day I walked to the university, and on the way back home I went to station, and gone was the other lock Since I got a room here where I study I had to develop a new habit for my door lock. You see, on the outside there is a knob too so if I don't lock it after coming through the door people can open it from the outside and walk into my home.
Ever since, when I visit my parents for the weekend I will usually come around dinnertime. Typically my father will gather all mess from dinner to go outside and put it in the garbage container, so he wants to walk outside with his hands full and use his elbow to push the doorknob, only to find out I locked it."MENNOOOOOOO (me)!!!!! grmbl mieke (my mother), our son is home again!"
I can be such an idiot at times...
