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Oh Dear God, The Horror!

Wow great Jedi mind trick, thanking me prior to the favor.

Any chance the O in Matt O refers to the hallowed 'Meal?

I am a member of the O'Atmealahan clan from the Lios Dúin Bhearna area, yes.

Our family tartan is rather bland:

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One of our bigger local bands finished a set and the lead singer leaned his Martin D15 against his amp. As he walked away it just slid off to the side and when it landed the headstock broke off. It now rests on his wall as art and he plays a Gibson. I've offered to let him borrow my D15 multiple times, but we both know he's playing something nicer at this point.
 
I thought your fellows were being insensitive in down playing your worry. You know what. They are on to something. You had time to turn your amp down and unplug. You thought you didn't. You had time to find some raggedy a&& stand. You had time to secure your bass to your satisfaction. Have a talk with your band and make it policy to move efficiently but not in haste off stage in the future. You are just as important as the speaker and respect should be given. So move at a professional speed but take care of yourself and your instruments! None of the people, for instance the speech giver, is going to pay for your instrument repairs or replacement so it takes as long as it takes.
 
About 2 weeks ago at a gig, while we are playing, a speaker on a pole starts to tip and fall, it's like slow motion. Somehow I got over there, off the stage, caught the pole with one hand before it could crash down so as to lay it softly, all with my bass still strapped on and the other hand on it. I still down know how I managed it; it's like a mental blank, that couple of seconds. Maybe the fact that it was MY speaker that made me levitate and exercise paranormal agility.
 
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Yesterday I was playing out and it was before someone was going to speak. So when we finished our songs, we have to leave our instruments up there (nothing unusual), but I usually unplug and put the bass in its case. At this particular moment, I had no time to unplug (everything was still live) and I had to find a stand and get off stage quick. I find the only stand that's available to me. It's base is broken to the point where it's just resting on the ground, the neck cradle spins around freely and it is all around flimsy.


I set it up as sturdy as I possibly can and I'm the last one to leave the stage. I find a seat specifically so I can see the bass (just in case it begins to tilt I can run up there). I watch it for the entire speech. My stomach was actually turning. My entire relationship with the bass flashed before my eyes. I was calculating the repair cost for a broken headstock etc. I was doing freelance geometry in my head trying to see what angle it would fall or if it might fall off the back of the stage (it wasn't right on the edge but anything is possible). I beat myself up for not just laying it against the stage monitor instead or ANYTHING ELSE. I went through more emotions in that time than I have in a couple years.

My eyes would fool me periodically and I could have sworn is was leaning very, very slowly to one side. It wasn't. I got up there for the last song without incident.

Needless to say I was legitimately worried sick for 30 minutes (or however long he was up there, I wasn't paying attention)

Never again, I say. Never again.
Next time, pack oatmeal with you.
 
Not a gig but a previous poster talked about that drummer doing the David Lee Roth off a truck. In similiar fashion on the last day of senior year in high school circa 1984 we were at a circle party (unfinished subdivision circle) i was a huge DLR fan and had a few too many pops. I figured i would try a back flip off the tailgate of the truck. Well i made it all the way around but instead of landing on my feet one foot was at a angle so completley tore all the tendons in that ankle and was much more painful than a break. I spent the rest of the summer in a cast on the sidelines while everyone swam and went skiing on the lake. : /
 
meh, I just lay the bass on the floor behind the amp.
If it's a P-Bass, you put it in restraints, otherwise it might get loose and create mayhem. A feral P is a dangerous animal. It's just as likely to go stomping around beating up microphones, power amps, and all that as it is to just sit there quietly minding its own business. If you don't keep those on a leash, it's risky business.
 
reminds of when my ex-gf threw my bass down a flight of steps. as i watched it soar through the air i began to smile. when it landed i laughed uncontrollably. she was confused as she knew i had just bought this instrument. so i picked up my Steinberger and as i walked away i was so grateful it wasn't the pbass. :thumbsup:

You got lucky. Steinbergers are tough as hell but have a lethal weakness - they can shatter if hit properly. Lost the strap wing on mine that way, thankfully, this was back when they were still in business and I could just order another one.
 
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Yesterday I was playing out and it was before someone was going to speak. So when we finished our songs, we have to leave our instruments up there (nothing unusual), but I usually unplug and put the bass in its case. At this particular moment, I had no time to unplug (everything was still live) and I had to find a stand and get off stage quick. I find the only stand that's available to me. It's base is broken to the point where it's just resting on the ground, the neck cradle spins around freely and it is all around flimsy.


I set it up as sturdy as I possibly can and I'm the last one to leave the stage. I find a seat specifically so I can see the bass (just in case it begins to tilt I can run up there). I watch it for the entire speech. My stomach was actually turning. My entire relationship with the bass flashed before my eyes. I was calculating the repair cost for a broken headstock etc. I was doing freelance geometry in my head trying to see what angle it would fall or if it might fall off the back of the stage (it wasn't right on the edge but anything is possible). I beat myself up for not just laying it against the stage monitor instead or ANYTHING ELSE. I went through more emotions in that time than I have in a couple years.

My eyes would fool me periodically and I could have sworn is was leaning very, very slowly to one side. It wasn't. I got up there for the last song without incident.

Needless to say I was legitimately worried sick for 30 minutes (or however long he was up there, I wasn't paying attention)

Never again, I say. Never again.

I feel badly for you, but I really think you ought to teach yourself to let these things go... They're only objects. They can be replaced.

I know a guy formerly with the band Boston who owns expensive instruments. He tours with a single $300 off the shelf guitar - so it can be replaced if something happens. I myself own really nice equipment - none of which I can't live without. I own nothing that I particularly care about. It can all be replaced. My wife, my family, my dogs are the only things I would run headlong into a burning building to rescue.

It's as simple as the priorities in one's own head.
 
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I heard someone say recently, "My life has been filled with countless horrible incidents and tragic events. Most of them never happened." Amazing what we can do to ourselves.

FWIW, I can't even begin to tell you how many times my basses have been knocked over. They're a lot tougher than we think they are. Most I ever got out of a fall was a tiny nick, and usually that doesn't even happen. IME, only guitar you never want to drop is a Les Paul.
In the 80's, I bought a brand spanking new bass, all black. smooth and shiny and beautiful. I loved it. First night with it onstage, I tripped slightly causing the bass to swing forward and slam it's soft basswood body into the mic stand. Four nice dents in the front of a brand new shiny black bass. I said to myself, "Thank God that's over with!"
 
reminds of when my ex-gf threw my bass down a flight of steps. as i watched it soar through the air i began to smile. when it landed i laughed uncontrollably. she was confused as she knew i had just bought this instrument. so i picked up my Steinberger and as i walked away i was so grateful it wasn't the pbass. :thumbsup:
Did the headstock break off?
 
Well my Fender P has a battle scar from just that type of thing I put it on a stand in a place I just felt it was going to be a problem sure as heck I am relaxing between sets and this idiot starts some crap with some other idiot pushes the first one an when does he ends up straddling my bass on the hard tile floor! I shot out of my chair and snatched him up by the back of his shirt and tossed him aside like a rag doll before the bouncer could leave his place holding up the wall. I was kicking myself the rest of the night. when I get home tonight I will update this story with a picture of the battle scar so you can all hate him as much as I do.
 

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