The Italian fans of Saxon are fervent and volatile, which makes a great concert. In our first tour there with Nigel Glockler, the articulated semis and our bus managed the winter snow drifts but the smaller backline truck containing guitars & amplifiers could not climb through the Swiss Alpine passes to reach Milan. The Saxon crew waited for our gear, as long as they dared, to start the concert by borrowing anything remotely resembling guitars & amplifiers from the support bands. We started as late as Axl Rose (!) would when the kids would not accept more excuses. The stage curtain scrim shielded the backline but the wings were open to the balcony crowd, who were throwing cans at anyone responsible for their wait. One tinny hit Nigel, "DONK!", who shouted, "Bloody charming! If that happens again, I'm off!" - "DONK!" Of course we did the professional business, sounding like a deafening Country Festival on borrowed weak gear.
No doubt Biff will tell of his 'Pod' moment. He had a racing bike in full decals on flying chains, to descend from the overhead lighting truss when we started Motorcycle Man. One of the chain motors failed so he was being tipped like a camel dismounter. He needed a microphone to be passed to him when the intro became laughably long.
Steve Dawson and I had a dry ice fog moment, when the New York Palladium had PVC stage protection from the dampness of the machine that melts the carbon dioxide frozen nuggets. Every night we should run at the audience for the aggressive effect, except there in New York, with famed musicians on the guest list, a crazed Noo Yoik crowd ready to be assailed, we slid almost into them on our asses. Heavy Metal Slapstick truly!