It was late 2012, early days for Northlane, and the second time we went to New Zealand. We had a string of shows around the North Island, and 1st December was our final show, at Zeal in Wellington. Since we had an eight- or nine-hour drive to the airport the next morning and a really early flight, we decided to give up our headline slot and open the show. So the whole lineup was flipped on its head, pretty much, and there were only around 30 people there in the audience when we went on.
So it was comical to begin with. We were booked to headline, and then we asked to open, and the booking agent was like, “Oh … OK.” It was all a bit of an anticlimax. That was, before I fell off the stage.
