The Dwarves at le Poisson Rouge
So here is the story of how Blag Dahlia ended up sitting on my face. Actually, your imagination is probably more interesting than the real story so feel free to stop reading.
The real story is just this. He was crowdsurfing as lead singers are wont to do (especially when they have wireless mics) and was moving or being moved back towards the stage. I was standing right near the stage, no surprise there, I'm a photographer. He came towards the stage with his legs apart and I kind of reacted too slowly. I got trapped, tried to move away but the stage was right there, and ended up bent backwards over a monitor on the stage with this guy half-standing over me. He skeedaddled real quickly.
Thank goodness I didn't get sat on by He Who Can Not Be Named.
Now, I hadn't stretched before the show. Honestly I'm not sure that I have ever stretched before a show. Bending that far backwards wasn't too comfortable but I suvived. For that matter I kept shooting. It was no big deal. However I was sore enough after the show (for various reasons, almost as many as there were audience members) that I skipped their "secret" show at The Grand Victory later that night. That'll, uh, show them?