THE FIRST BAND WAS warming up the crowd as we neared the stage. I recognized SDFR’s distinctive sound. s****l Deviations of a Female Rhinoceros was too much of a mouthful, so they preferred to use the acronym. Spotlights illuminated the platform, with some of the light leaking off into the gathering shadows. But only for a dozen metres or so, before the darkness clamped down once again, enveloping the audience in its anonymous embrace. I was pretty confident that at least one of Rafael’s items of clothing would glow in the dark. Between this and his unusually loud personality, I wasn’t anticipating any particular problems in locating the man.
The first particular problem hit us as we passed behind the stage. A huddle of bodies separated in front of us, to the sound of broken, high pitched
