Just when you think a gig is about to start smoothly… the universe throws you a little side quest. 🎸✨
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Picture this: we’re at the venue, ready to set up and bring the noise.
Our own speakers? Died the day before. Completely done for.
Since siilent rock is not really our thing, we asked the venue upfront if they have speakers we can use. They do! And ..they’re cool with it — legends.
Only to find out.. their speakers didn’t connect to our mixer.
Shii…🥴 With this realisation comes a wave of stress and time pressure..
With doors opening soon and panic slowly creeping in, Julián (our bassist and full-time gentleman) and we went on a last-minute mission to find a tiny connector that could save the show. The nearest Chinese bazar? Five minutes away… at normal walking speed. Also: closing in five minutes.
So… heels off. Socks on.
Julián grabbed my high heels like the hero he is, and he was (not so) secretly enjoying the moment because for this brief moment in his life… he was taller than me. 😌
We made it.. barely.
They didn’t have the connector.
No time to cry. No time to scream. Not even a grunt. We spotted another bazar about a kilometer away that was still open for another 30 minutes. So off we went again, still on socks, still rushing, still believing in miracles. 🧦💨
And miracle? Found.
For a whopping €0.70, we secured the magical little plug that was supposed to save our gig and our sanity.
Triumphantly, sweaty,slightly dusty and still on socks, we rushed back to the venue…
…only to discover that in the meantime, the rest of the band had found two fancy, massive speakers with the rightconnections already.
So yes.
We ran through the streets in socks.
We went on a connector quest, and actually found it!
We spent 70 cents.
And we didn’t even need the damn thing in the end.
But honestly?
This is exactly the kind of chaos that makes band life unforgettable. Tiny disasters, ridiculous adventures, and stories you’ll laugh about forever. Never a dull moment.
Moral of the story:
Rock ’n roll isn’t just on stage — sometimes it happens barefoot, five minutes before closing time, in a random bazar. 🤘🔥