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I was doing FOH (Front of house, sound engineering ) at a charity gig in the Millennium Arena, Battersea Park London for cancer research a few years ago.

In the evening when the sun had gone down, they turned off the floodlights for the show finale and lit hundreds of candles all the way around the track for a couple of laps from people who had survived cancer. A survivors lap of honor if you will. Some walking, some running, some in wheel chairs, some being carried.

The last act was this Italian female opera singer with the most amazing voice I’ve ever heard, so I lit her up with a single par-can stage light and bumped up the volume of the PA. The sound started to bounce around the residential tower blocks that surround the stadium,

like some massive surround system, and…people started to appear on their balconies to listen, first one or two, but then literally hundreds. it was like this opera singer had some kind of magnetic energy that was pulling everybody out of their homes or something.

It was a truly awe inspiring moment, and as I myself lost both of my parents to cancer in 1998-99 it was very close to the bone for me and I must admit, I welled up behind the mixing desk.

I really can’t put into words just how amazing the end of that night was.

Incredible.

I was doing FOH (Front of house, sound engineering ) at a charity gig in the Millennium Arena, Battersea Park London for cancer research a few years ago.

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