One of the places I've played had a mike stand, and I counted on it being there 'cause I hated borrowing one for gigs. When that fateful day arrived... someone took it home after leaving it for two years... I managed to construct one out of driftwood duct-taped to a chair. The people commented, but kindly, and all would have gone fine if it hadn't started sagging mid song... As the evening went on, fewer and fewer songs were interrupted and/or compromised by my invention...

I bought a stand the next week.