“Back in the day, when I was living in America, I had an electronic group and we were once booked to play at a hacker convention in Hartford, Connecticut. Paid pennies but it had a nice cyberpunk ring to it - we thought we'd find ourselves in the club from the Matrix or something.
"We drove from Boston, a 12-hour drive or so. When we got to the place, a massive nerdy bloke driving a decommissioned '80s police car brought us to a Holiday Inn, where the event was being held. It was mostly 30- and 40-somethings doing such things as building Boba Fett masks with Lego and chatting on IRC, maybe to each other. No audible utterances in the room.
"We played at night in the hotel's ballroom on a ludicrous PA, and not a single one of the "hackers" came. The room was tragically empty. On the way back we accidentally drove into Canada at the Niagara Falls crossing.”