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HEY MAN, YOU THINK YOU'RE SMART, REAL SMART! BUT YOU"RE NOT! YOU'RE DUMB! REAL DUMB!


But you've met your match in me...................
< Whispers, "Go start the car." and the rest of the band head outside.

Hey! Lets take this outside, sucker. Your group can come to, mine are out waiting.

Oh, before we start. I am not an animal, let me buy you a shot first.
Go to the bar and tell Wendy to get your group a round and put it on my tab.

5Stringblues and his group head to the bar for their free, pre-brawl shot.

Bigbottom waves to Wendy as to indicate it is cool to put it on my tab and runs out the door where my band's van is waiting for me at the door.
Hops in, and away I go.


SUUUCKER!!! :spit:
 
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We were at our favorite bowling alley gig two years ago, playing something or other, when I saw a man and woman sitting at a booth near the edge of the dance floor. She suddenly reached across the table and punched him on the side of the head so hard he fell out of the booth. She wasn't done, either--started kicking him in the head. He bled a lot. Cops showed up in less than 5 minutes. Manager motioned at us to keep playing, so we did, but not before our BL looked at us, then at the crowd, and said "I want to know what he was saying to her, because I want to be sure I don't ever say it." After we ended the set, our last of the night, we helped the wait staff clean up the blood.
 
< Whispers, "Go start the car." and the rest of the band head outside.

Hey! Lets take this outside, sucker. Your group can come to, mine are out waiting.

Oh, before we start. I am not an animal, let me buy you a shot first.
Go to the bar and tell Wendy to get your group a round and put it on my tab.

5Stringblues and his group head to the bar for their free, pre-brawl shot.

Bigbottom waves to Wendy as to indicate it is cool to put it on my tab and runs out the door where my band's van is waiting for me at the door.
Hops in, and away I go.


SUUUCKER!!! :spit:



Joke's on you sucka.






5Strang don't drank.......






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After playing a house show I saw an old drunk, who claimed to have just gotten out of prison that day, get himself slammed onto the sidewalk for sexually harassing a few of the women at the show. Cant say anyone felt bad for the guy, but we (the band) called an ambulance nonetheless.
 
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Sometimes the troubles are all on one side of the stage:
When the Kinks played at Cardiff’s Capital Theatre high-running tensions among band members came to a head while the group was on stage in May 1965 .
Drummer Mick Avory was looking to exact a little revenge on Davies' brother Dave, who had kicked over Avory's drum set in retaliation for an alcohol-fueled fight the night before.
The Kinks had performed just two songs at the Capital Theatre when Dave Davies told Avory, “Why don’t you get your cock out and play the snare with it? It’ll probably sound better.” Needless to say, Avory did not take Dave's suggestion too kindly. When the dust between the two settled, Dave was laying on the stage unconscious while Avory, convinced he had killed his bandmate, fled the concert hall and went into hiding. Dave was rushed to Cardiff Royal Infirmary and received 16 stitches.

When the police caught up with the Kinks' drummer, he denied the whole thing happened. The cops cleverly replied however, that they had the entire audience as witnesses to what went down on stage.

Dave Davies ended up dropping all charges against Avory and somehow, against all odds, relations in the band were smoothed over. The same couldn't be said for their chances of success in the United States, however.

Because of the onstage bust-up and various other misdoings, the American Federation of Musicians refused to let the group tour the United States for the four years that followed the incident, a time when British music had stormed American shores courtesy of the Beatles. The group's popularity in North America undoubtedly suffered as a result. As Davies plainly stated, “In many respects, that ridiculous ban took away the best years of the Kinks’ career when the original band was performing at its peak.”

“We came about in the first days after Beatlemania, got chased everywhere we went and had to have police escorts to and fro,” Ray said. “I never even heard a note we played for a long time, the crowd’s screaming was always so loud. ... We were battlers. But the very thing that makes a band special is what ultimately causes it to break up. What made our music interesting ended up being the very thing that destroyed it."



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The night The Kinks exploded

"The first song they played, fans going wild, was the original big hit that shot them to fame, “You Really Got Me“.

Then there was a kind of awkward pause, and some chit-chat, as though they weren’t sure what to do next. They looked around at each other. But then, Dave Davies, brother of Ray, standing on the right of the stage, took a kick at Mick Avory‘s drum kit. Looking back at it, my guess is that his intention was simply to give the big bass drum a playful prod, rather than the great thump that he actually delivered.

Avory’s bass drum suddenly began rolling across the stage – I mean, right across the stage, from right to left a distance of maybe fifteen feet. This was weird, but some might have thought it was part of the act. It soon became apparent that it wasn’t.

Mick Avory stood up, picked up his hi-hat and advanced towards Dave. He moved behind him, still on the far right of the stage. Holding the hi-hat half way down the metal post, with the two cymbals to the top and pedal beneath, he raised the whole thing above his head and brought the cymbals crashing down on the back of Davies’ neck. My recollection of this part of the proceedings is crystal clear.

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Dave Davies’ knees buckled and he collapsed to the floor. What happened next is a bit hazy in my memory. I think Davies was pulled off the stage. The crowd became suddenly quieter as hysterical screams were replaced by gasps and more of a general hubbub.

“My God, he’s killed him!” I said to Willy, who nodded in agreement. The curtain was pulled across and the audience just stood in astonishment. People were dumbfounded. Some girls began crying. There was an announcement saying that the show would recommence shortly. There followed a twenty minute gap, before the announcer said “Ladies and gentlemen, The Yardbirds!” On came The Yardbirds again, lead singer Keith Relf half changed into his “civvies”, and the whole group looking very uncomfortable and playing badly …

Willy and I decided that it might be worth nipping round to the back of the theatre to see what was going on there. There was quite a big gathering of fans at the stage door … as well as an ambulance. We saw someone being carried out on a stretcher. After a while, the word went round that Mick Avory had fled the scene and the police were looking for him."



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No fight, but I have to share this story.


We put a loose aggregation together back in the early 2000's to go play a last minute booking Sunday gig in Baytown, Texas. I won't elaborate, but Baytown is VERY different than Houston.


This joint turns out to have a dirt floor, but the bar itself is huge and pretty packed , considering we are setting up at 3 for a 4 o'clock show.
Our drummer finds a medium sized pocket knife beside the stage , goes to the mic and says, "Hey, if anyone lost their pocket knife I've got it right here.



None of the men move a muscle. Every woman in the bar searches her purse.


We didn't rebook .
 
I've played a lot of nights in Colorado Springs. Lots and lots of testosterone down there. There are five military bases down there, and not all for the same armed services branch.

Many fights.

Also many working girls (and boys) on the streets outside the bars at 2AM.
 
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Ahh yes, some notables.....
  • buddy cold cocks other buddy, then gets up and helps his friend to sit back down, orders two more beers.....
  • girl doesn't like way other girl looks or something, hair pulling, drink spilling....bouncers breaking up fight on dance floor
  • guy smashes bottle on table to use as weapon., cuts his own hand open, bouncers close by and stop it before out of control, ambulance called to take him away
  • guy with too much "liquid courage" decides he does not like group of guys and their friends sitting over in reserved section in a bar on side of the stage. People in reserved section, ummm.....members of a "organized" motorcycle "club" and their lady "friends".....Fortunate for liquid courage man two bouncers saw him first and ran over. He did punch and try to fight the bouncers....dudes friend's finally realize and don't want any trouble and get their drunk buddy out of there.... Some of his friends showed up the following night and apologized to the bouncers/management and to us the band for the excitement.
  • Dude(s) slamming into people on dance floor, cops happen to be in club already doing "check." Dude told to calm down by band on our mics on stage, dude slams into girl, trips and slams into stage, knocking mic stand into lead guitarist. Cops already there, one grabs dude nicely, dude takes swing at cop......yeah, not a good choice. I remember seeing the cop open the fire exit door with the guys head. Other police stick around for a few songs and chat with us on break. Nice guys. The guy that was taken away friends' never caused any troubles the rest of the night (and bought my guitarist several drinks for the hassle)
 
I was at a small-town dance one time in the 1970s where the dance band was called 55 Street Boogie. They did the "Graffiti Band' 50's schtick, you know, leather jackets, greased hair, black t-shirts, motorcycle boots.

The men in the audience were loggers and fishermen, mostly thick-headed dumbasses and drunk too, so they took this band's costumes as serious and thought they were tough guys trying to pull their women. So on the band break, the inevitable happened, the locals challenged band members and some shoving ensued and then a fight broke out between the band members and the audience.
I think the best and strangest fight I ever saw was when my Band played a gig for the Hell's Angels and a fight broke out between a Biker and his wife. They were going at it, toe to toe and she almost won! Haha.
 
Not exactly a fight. I used to go to a bar called Zeb's Boathouse in Santa Ana, California, back in the 1980's. A web-search shows they've since moved to Costa Mesa, a much more desirably address. It was a fun place with lots of video games, foosball, and, of course, free, salty popcorn. One night we were walking up to the door when I HUGE bouncer walked out with a smaller Hispanic gentleman held by the collar and pants. The big guy tossed the little guy onto the sidewalk. The little guy rolled over and yelled, "you're lucky you're bigger and stronger than I am; otherwise I'd kick your a$$."
 
Not exactly a fight. I used to go to a bar called Zeb's Boathouse in Santa Ana, California, back in the 1980's. A web-search shows they've since moved to Costa Mesa, a much more desirably address. It was a fun place with lots of video games, foosball, and, of course, free, salty popcorn. One night we were walking up to the door when I HUGE bouncer walked out with a smaller Hispanic gentleman held by the collar and pants. The big guy tossed the little guy onto the sidewalk. The little guy rolled over and yelled, "you're lucky you're bigger and stronger than I am; otherwise I'd kick your a$$."

My wife and I got a good giggle over this one. “You’re lucky I’m incapable of doing anything about this, cuz, otherwise, I would!”
 
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I was in a cover band on northern Vancouver Island in the 1970s. The Port Alice Kinsmen club hired us to play a dance at the local community hall. We had done it once before with great success. This was a successful event too, and everyone enjoyed it. It was a mixed crowd of white and First Nations people. They pretty much kept apart even though there were generally good relations between the groups.

There was drinking involved though, with everyone getting pretty liquored up. After the dance, the lights came up and we were just starting to pack up when two friends, one white, the other First Nations, started playfully shoving each other around. Someone watching this thought it was serious, got in someone else's face and threw a punch. In seconds a full-blown race riot broke out the back of the hall erupted in a spouting volcano of chairs, tables, bottles and bodies like an over boiling foaming pot of stew.

You have never seen a five piece band load out so quickly. We shoved everything into our cargo van and Ford Econoline so fast even we were amazed and scooted back to our hotel.

The Port Alice Kinsmen never had us back.
 
Not a fight, more like a statement. The red dirt band I was in 2007 was playing the best live venue here, and our drummer's wife, who was the singer in her own country band, walks in with her drummer. In the middle of our last song, I turned to look at him and he pointed with a stick to someone in the audience. As soon as the song ended, he jumps off stage, walks up to his soon to be ex's drummer, and with one punch, knocked the guy out. Besides the guy falling flat on his back, the only sound was a huge gasp from the audience. Me, thinking this is the last time we get to play there, in my infinite wisdom said, " Good fight, goodnight", which produced a few chuckles. The story ends with our drummer getting a divorce, and his ex married the drummer that got knocked out.
 
Not a fight, more like a statement. The red dirt band I was in 2007 was playing the best live venue here, and our drummer's wife, who was the singer in her own country band, walks in with her drummer. In the middle of our last song, I turned to look at him and he pointed with a stick to someone in the audience. As soon as the song ended, he jumps off stage, walks up to his soon to be ex's drummer, and with one punch, knocked the guy out. Besides the guy falling flat on his back, the only sound was a huge gasp from the audience. Me, thinking this is the last time we get to play there, in my infinite wisdom said, " Good fight, goodnight", which produced a few chuckles. The story ends with our drummer getting a divorce, and his ex married the drummer that got knocked out.