When I was a teenager, I was playing in a punk rock band in California back in '87-
Gigged at a private party- the party was outside on a huge property, landscaped garden, with a stage area, etc.-seemed ideal.
We went on-I was rockin' out, all over the scene area, thinkin' I was the business...
in the 2nd number, I jumped up on a PA cabinet, and kept rocking...
the crowd got whipped into a frenzy, ( I like to think it was the music, but think it was the booze & hormones flaring up...) and a fight developed-
I never noticed-The mob came at the speaker I was standing on-
knocked it over backwards, and I fell forwards-
I landed on dew covered grass, clutching my axe,and was briefly electrocuted-
I landed on my feet ,falling from the cab, bent at the knees, and closed the circuit between the amp & the earth-
when the current hit me, my legs straightened right out, and I launched maybe 2 meters-Superman style-
until my cable stopped me flying in midair- I endo'ed in a bush- my marshall head was pulled of the top of my stack, and hit the concrete with a terrible racket, a puff of smoke, and a spark- and it died.(so I'm told-I was out like a light-saw nothing).
This occurred on the 2nd number, and was the end of the show. I'm sure I looked ridiculous-felt like an idiot-lucky I didn't expire, I guess.
My Marshall head was junked,costing me a small fortune to a teen, anyway ...damaged my guitar, hurt myself, ruined the evening, cops came, got hassled, too.
Rock and roll!-Worst gig ever.
Drac