I obviously lead a very sheltered life. Although I did spend some time in Albania a couple of years ago, and that's not far from Serbia.
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Being a jerk to the audience?
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No, that's not how you kick a guy out of a band at all! What you do is higher and indie wrestling promotion to come, set up their ring and then you hit the guy with a stone cold stunner right in the middle of the ring!
I witnessed a super hammered Hank Williams Jr just rag on everybody and everything in The Hirsch Memorial Coliseum in Shreveport La once. I was like 12 or 13. He basically bad mouthed Shreveport and the people of Shreveport which is strange because his father pretty much made his name in S'port at The Louisiana Hayride. He stumbled around on stage, pointed people out, made fun of them, said very lewd things about certain chix, it was awful. He forgot or made up lyrics and quit after just under an hour. He was wasted. I lost all respect for him that night and never gave him another penny.
On a lighter note many years later Hank III played the Red River Revel (also in Shreveport) and killed it with nothing but Hank Sr. tunes and I saw him play a show in Nashville once that lasted almost three hours.
Fu*K hank jr
Long Live Hank III
On a lighter note many years later Hank III played the Red River Revel (also in Shreveport) and killed it with nothing but Hank Sr. tunes and I saw him play a show in Nashville once that lasted almost three hours.
Fu*K hank jr
Long Live Hank III
Main reason I quit the last band I was in was that the BL kept going on and on with racist comments. One night I heard him call out n***** n***** n***** over the PA when a black woman walked in.
We never worked that club again.
Couple of months later I found another band.
We never worked that club again.
Couple of months later I found another band.
Well, the only thing that surprises me here is how you endured a couple of months with him after that insanely racist stunt
Well, the only thing that surprises me here is how you endured a couple of months with him after that insanely racist stunt
I'd be surprised I would've endured one more song.
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I went to see a band who was auditioning for a bass player. The guy they had was moving but had a greed to do gigs until he moved. I went to the club but decided to watch for a while before letting them know that I was there. I witnessed a good band with a terrible front man. He could play and sing but kept dropping "F" bombs when talking to the audience in between songs. He also kept saying things like "where is the f..ing new bass player who is supposed to audition?" Then he started making comments about the women in the club. If he saw someone who was good looking he would make a sexual comment, if she wasn't very attractive of over weight, he made a comment about that. At one point he saw a guy dancing with a very attractive women and he said "Hey buddy, enjoy that dance because by the end of the night, she will be forgetting all about you and come home with me". I ended up playing a couple of songs even though I had no interest in joining them.
GG was a very rare breed. Couple bumps of H, a handful of laxatives and he was ready to, er, perform. I still see his brother Merle from time to time at a local record store (with a secret GG room in the back complete with bootleg vhs tapes and homemade shirts!) and he's a very very cool dude. I've actually been on a GG kick for a week or so now, playing it in the truck with coworkers. One made the mistake of listening to my recommendation of watching the doc "Hated in the Nation" haha.
Haven't been to GG's grave in several years, last time they'd moved it to a harder to reach area and turned a street light 180 degrees so it was directly above his tombstone haha. Heard from a friend that it's now unmarked but you can still smell the booze and excrement left by fans.
Fat Steve
The poodle bites, the poodle chews it.
I'm sorry if this seems disjointed. I made a reference to a terrible Todd Rundgren experience my wife and I had several years ago last night while I was responding to this thread. A fellow traveler asked for the story...and so, here it is...
It was awful...
My wife and I were SO pumped to see Todd! I hadn't seen him in over 10 years...she had never seen him, but, Lord knows she'd heard about every record he'd ever made...I made sure of that!
I believe his body of work will be on the short list of Rock N Roll musicians that musicologists will pick over 300 years from now...I mean that. I hope that they unearth my album collection and say to one another "Hey, this guy thought enough of Todd Rundgren to have 10 or 12 of his albums...maybe we ought to give these a listen."
The theatre, The Masquerade, holds (perhaps) 1000 people. It was cramped and hot...and Todd let us know that before he even hit the first note...b1tching and whining about the temp. on stage...complaining to the crowd that this was no way to treat the band...and I got it...I've played gigs where I wished I had a fresh shirt before we even got started...but, of course, I didn't.
I have to assume Todd did. This went on through 4 or 5 non-descript songs...none of the songs I was hoping to hear...anything at all from "Swing To The Right", "A Wizard, A True Star", "Faithful", "Deface The Music"...I wasn't there for a nostalgia / greatest hits program...Todd's body of work is so vast that I was sure that I'd be blown away by any and every song...despite the fact that it was July in Georgia...
From there it turned into a 40 minute (I do not exaggerate for effect) formless jam...senseless screaming from his guitar...angry, ear-splitting, lack -of-any-bottom high flying...the kind of shite that you'd expect from a silly, drunken big hair dude on a Friday night at your local pub. I was astounded...and apologetic. We'd talked two of our friends who had NO background knowledge to speak of along with us. They were ready to leave...I talked them into staying.
I supposed he felt as if he'd finished his screed and said...I swear this is true...'Well, boys and girls, you lasted through that, and so I suppose it's time to throw the dog a bone. Here's a song you might know... but, remember, I don't play for you...I play for me.'...and he launched into a greatest hit..."I Saw The Light"? or "Can We Still Be Friends"? or "We Got To Get You A Woman"?...at which point our friends walked out...and I should have.
The rest of the night was just a matter of killing the clock. I was done. My Bride was done. Our friends were gone, and so was the vibe in the room.
I remain a committed devotee of Todd Rundgren's music. I spread the gospel at every opportunity!
I will never buy another ticket to hear him in a concert setting.
Once bitten, twice shy, Babe...
It was awful...
My wife and I were SO pumped to see Todd! I hadn't seen him in over 10 years...she had never seen him, but, Lord knows she'd heard about every record he'd ever made...I made sure of that!
I believe his body of work will be on the short list of Rock N Roll musicians that musicologists will pick over 300 years from now...I mean that. I hope that they unearth my album collection and say to one another "Hey, this guy thought enough of Todd Rundgren to have 10 or 12 of his albums...maybe we ought to give these a listen."
The theatre, The Masquerade, holds (perhaps) 1000 people. It was cramped and hot...and Todd let us know that before he even hit the first note...b1tching and whining about the temp. on stage...complaining to the crowd that this was no way to treat the band...and I got it...I've played gigs where I wished I had a fresh shirt before we even got started...but, of course, I didn't.
I have to assume Todd did. This went on through 4 or 5 non-descript songs...none of the songs I was hoping to hear...anything at all from "Swing To The Right", "A Wizard, A True Star", "Faithful", "Deface The Music"...I wasn't there for a nostalgia / greatest hits program...Todd's body of work is so vast that I was sure that I'd be blown away by any and every song...despite the fact that it was July in Georgia...
From there it turned into a 40 minute (I do not exaggerate for effect) formless jam...senseless screaming from his guitar...angry, ear-splitting, lack -of-any-bottom high flying...the kind of shite that you'd expect from a silly, drunken big hair dude on a Friday night at your local pub. I was astounded...and apologetic. We'd talked two of our friends who had NO background knowledge to speak of along with us. They were ready to leave...I talked them into staying.
I supposed he felt as if he'd finished his screed and said...I swear this is true...'Well, boys and girls, you lasted through that, and so I suppose it's time to throw the dog a bone. Here's a song you might know... but, remember, I don't play for you...I play for me.'...and he launched into a greatest hit..."I Saw The Light"? or "Can We Still Be Friends"? or "We Got To Get You A Woman"?...at which point our friends walked out...and I should have.
The rest of the night was just a matter of killing the clock. I was done. My Bride was done. Our friends were gone, and so was the vibe in the room.
I remain a committed devotee of Todd Rundgren's music. I spread the gospel at every opportunity!
I will never buy another ticket to hear him in a concert setting.
Once bitten, twice shy, Babe...
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GG was a very rare breed. Couple bumps of H, a handful of laxatives and he was ready to, er, perform. I still see his brother Merle from time to time at a local record store (with a secret GG room in the back complete with bootleg vhs tapes and homemade shirts!) and he's a very very cool dude. I've actually been on a GG kick for a week or so now, playing it in the truck with coworkers. One made the mistake of listening to my recommendation of watching the doc "Hated in the Nation" haha.
Haven't been to GG's grave in several years, last time they'd moved it to a harder to reach area and turned a street light 180 degrees so it was directly above his tombstone haha. Heard from a friend that it's now unmarked but you can still smell the booze and excrement left by fans.
My uncle got into a fist fight with him, and lost. Just sayin'.
"My minds a machine gun, my body is the bullets and the audience... Is the TARGET"
Jusayin.
I have to admit it's been several years now since I had watched 'Dig', but I remember said scene differently; I thought Anton was kicking the guy with the maracas on stage next to him (same dude who goes AWOL later on in the film), for being sloppy due to being completely wasted?!
Your memory is not faulty: in addition to the head-kicking, "Dig" also features a scene of Anton kicking a band mate, mid-gig, in retaliation for a clam. This during
a make-or-break industry showcase. Hey hey my my!
I'm sorry if this seems disjointed. I made a reference to a terrible Todd Rundgren experience my wife and I had several years ago last night while I was responding to this thread. A fellow traveler asked for the story...and so, here it is...
It was awful...
My wife and I were SO pumped to see Todd! I hadn't seen him in over 10 years...she had never seen him, but, Lord knows she'd heard about every record he'd ever made...I made sure of that!
I believe his body of work will be on the short list of Rock N Roll musicians that musicologists will pick over 300 years from now...I mean that. I hope that they unearth my album collection and say to one another "Hey, this guy thought enough of Todd Rundgren to have 10 or 12 of his albums...maybe we ought to give these a listen."
The theatre, The Masquerade, holds (perhaps) 1000 people. It was cramped and hot...and Todd let us know that before he even hit the first note...b1tching and whining about the temp. on stage...complaining to the crowd that this was no way to treat the band...and I got it...I've played gigs where I wished I had a fresh shirt before we even got started...but, of course, I didn't.
I have to assume Todd did. This went on through 4 or 5 non-descript songs...none of the songs I was hoping to hear...anything at all from "Swing To The Right", "A Wizard, A True Star", "Faithful", "Deface The Music"...I wasn't there for a nostalgia / greatest hits program...Todd's body of work is so vast that I was sure that I'd be blown away by any and every song...despite the fact that it was July in Georgia...
From there it turned into a 40 minute (I do not exaggerate for effect) formless jam...senseless screaming from his guitar...angry, ear-splitting, lack -of-any-bottom high flying...the kind of shite that you'd expect from a silly, drunken big hair dude on a Friday night at your local pub. I was astounded...and apologetic. We'd talked two of our friends who had NO background knowledge to speak of along with us. They were ready to leave...I talked them into staying.
I supposed he felt as if he'd finished his screed and said...I swear this is true...'Well, boys and girls, you lasted through that, and so I suppose it's time to throw the dog a bone. Here's a song you might know... but, remember, I don't play for you...I play for me.'...and he launched into a greatest hit..."I Saw The Light"? or "Can We Still Be Friends"? or "We Got To Get You A Woman"?...at which point our friends walked out...and I should have.
The rest of the night was just a matter of killing the clock. I was done. My Bride was done. Our friends were gone, and so was the vibe in the room.
I remain a committed devotee of Todd Rundgren's music. I spread the gospel at every opportunity!
I will never buy another ticket to hear him in a concert setting.
Once bitten, twice shy, Babe...
Todd can be a real Diva. He has had shows like this for years . Although I like some of his music stories of long winded rants and sloppy playing never drew me to seeing him live.
