We have friends in Southern Illinois, who had us out for a Punk/Metal gig
Kids, like 50 of them all packed into this poop-hole of a basement.
There was literally and inch of beer on the ground, EVERYWHERE. It was like it was being flooded or something. I think half of the liquid on the ground may have been urine as well, but I don't like to think of that! Needless to say, it was horribly disgusting.
We started playing, and instantly people were FLYING all over the place. Jumping on top of eachother, hanging from the rafters, and just going belligerently insane.
The lights at one point were accidentally turned off, so it the insanity was instantly augmented, and made for one hell of a show. They were turned back on momentarily but in the darkness, it was actually kind of horrifying. Wondering if people are going to accidentally bum rush you. Mind you, I am NOT exaggerating. These kids turned into crazed gorillas as soon as the music started. So anything could have happened.
It was ridiculously fun, and will always be something I remember from my brutal punk/metal days! Wait, I'm still living those days!!!
Another story, and a far shorter one:
I was drinking before a show, and had...oh, maybe 4 to many gin and tonics.
My singer found me passed out in the parking lot 5 minutes before we went on. Needless to say I thrashed, and bashed the $#*7 out of everything. Even took a decent chip out of my Jazz's Headstock. I smacked it into the ceiling..I couldn't look over at it, because I KNEW at least one tuning key would be gone, if not all of them! But nope, just a moderately sized hunk from the back of the headstock. I looked around, found it, stuck it in my pocket and glued it back on when I got home!