So I'm playing with this local band on a once-weekly regular gig we had for a 'Singles Night' at a VFW. One of those rooms with the stage in a recess into one wall, I hated those kinds of stages.
So they remodel the place, install a big new HVAC system, which eliminated one of those big set-in-the-wall window AC's behind the drums. Great.
Except . . . when they rewired the place, they installed the usual double 110v receptacle and faceplate . . . . . without changing that outlet to 110v instead of the 220v that ran that old AC.
So we get there, set up, and we were using one of the old Peavey XR600 PA heads, set on top of the guitar players Twin Reverb, right in front of the drummer. He hands Hank the cord and tells him to plug it in behind him.
He hits the ON switch, I hear this big BANG like a 12 gage, I turn around and see the most perfect smoke ring heading for the ceiling and sparks are shooting out of every empty jack on the front of this thing. You can imagine what it smelled like. Hank wrapped the cord around a drumstick and yanked it out. Guitar players, ya gotta love 'em, he says, 'hey, if we flip the ground the other way it'll work?'
We went home early.
After some serious haggling and threats, the club bought him another head. And they re-wired the receptacle.