And we had some pretty bad days, like in Italy, where a truck driver unloaded all the equipment an hour north of Rome, not an hour south of Rome, and a slightly worse day where a keyboard player called me and said, "Chris, don't panic, but we may have just sound-checked at the wrong people's wedding."
En Italia, un camionero descargó todos los equipos a una hora al norte de Roma, no a una hora al sur de Roma, o un día un poco peor, cuando un tecladista me llamó y me dijo: "Chris, no te asustes, pero es posible que haya sido la boda equivocada".