i imagine nearly everybody has a 'first time' story to tell, and with the kindness of time, most are probably funny. in my current iteration, i was doing an a capella original about St Brendan at a "half-way to st paddy's day" gig in a recycled wooden warehouse when the heavens opened up and the building reverberated from thunder and a lightening bolt that knocked out the power, killing the lights and sound. while i stood frozen in place wondering what to do next, one of the 150 or so in the house picked up one of those universal table candles and stepped up on stage next to me so I could see my music. (i had just written the piece that afternoon and didn't yet have it commited to memory). finished the song to thunderous applause, not because the song was so great, but just because of the novelty of the situation. best part though, was that the audience member with sense enough to do something constructive was my son.