Anything. Either that happened in the movie or that easily could be included in a sequel. Everyone's had one of those gigs where they remark afterwards that 'it was like a scene from Spinal Tap!' We had a gig at a small town summer festival (you know the type - various stage acts, crappy dangerous rides, unhealthy food, games, etc. etc. Our venue was indoors so we were excited about air conditioning. Problem is... half the rides were in the parking lot of this place and the doors were nearly impossible to find. to make matters worse, they did a poor job of marketing the very existence of this relatively new indoor stage with the local media. Furthering the problems is the fact that the place is an accoustics nightmare. Converted grocery store that looks fantastic but is the most God-awful echo chamber I've ever seen. The mix is just horrible until you figure it out, and of course it changes depending on how many people are in the room. Anyway, the sound was so wierd that on stage you couldn't hear the other side of the stage - but in front of the stage it was like everything was twice as loud as normal. In fact I couldn't hear the guitar solos and had to judge their completion by the guitar players' end of solo finger positions! We knocked over a mic stand in the middle of a song. People came in to use the bathroom and walked across the hall to the bathroom and back across on their way out with their fingers in their ears complaining of the sound which again was nearly impossible to mix. We probably never had more than 15 people in the room at any given time to play for and on a couple of occasions due to the various sonic and hillarious visual distractions, lyrics were forgotten or improvised. At the end of it, we had four teenage girls (we are all married and in our mid-30's, so it did us no good) who were just rocking out and having a great time. They got our autographs and by all evidence and in spite of all reasons to the contrary - loved us and treated us like rock stars. It was all surreal and just too funny to be bummed out about. And the whole time, I'm picturing myself as Derek Smalls but without the vegetation in my pants.