While I've been playing for 10 years now, I've never played at a gig before, but I do have some stories of things that have happened at gigs I've been at. My uncle has had his own band in one form or another for around 40 years and have played all over this area. Since they are a bar band, they sometimes get booked at places that can be a bit... hairy. Someone gets too drunk and tries to start something with the band, they knock over a guitar or mic stand, or just don't understand they can't be on stage while they are playing, you get the idea. In the summer of 07 my uncle had hired a new lead guitarist and changed the name of the band to get a fresh start and he wanted me there to see their first gig with the new guy. I had taken my mom along because she hadn't seen her brother (my uncle) in a while and always loves hearing him play. They played great and there were no real problems till about half way through the night. I had gone to the bathroom and came out to find some stranger pestering my mom to dance with him. My uncle was keeping a close eye on things from the stage and was ready to halt things and tell him over the PA to stop if need be, but I got there before it came to that. I walked up, tapped him on the shoulder and said "She said NO, now go back to your beer and leave her alone". Now normally that would be a good way to get a fight started, but I'm a rather large man (I stand at 6'6 and weigh in around 300lbs), his only response was a look of fear and a little "oh yes sir" before he stumbled away. During the next break we all were sitting down and the incident came up, my uncle jokingly said "We should make your our official head of security!". Much to my surprise everyone else in the band said "yeah!" as well, and thus a job was born. I became their one man "Security Force". In reality it was little more than an inside joke. Most of the time I didn't have to do more than "plow the road" for them while they were walking through the crowd playing the intro to La Grange. Mostly if something serious happened I let the bouncer take care of it, but on a few occasions I did have to step in. One of those times was a few months later. The lead guitarist was playing his solo to open up the third set when someone I dubbed Little Drunk Man showed up. He walks right up to the lead in mid solo and keeps saying "oh you're great! how do you do that! that's awesome! show me how to do that!" and playing air guitar with him and just being a pest. The lead is trying to accommodate Little Drunk Man but it's obviously he's not going to go away. He then becomes Angry Little Drunk Man and is upset that things don't stop so he can get a guitar lesson right then and there. My uncle gives me the look and I spring into action. I grabbed ALDM on the shoulder and spin him around to face me. I saw him ball up his right first and rear it back a little, but he dropped it as soon as he realized he had to look waaaay up to see my face (he was 5 foot nothing). I said "Why don't you just go back to your drink and let the man play?", before he could say anything the bouncer grabbed him by the arm and dragged him away. I sat back down and saw the bouncer chewing the little guy out. When he was done, ALDM gave a look of "I'll get you next time!", stomp his foot like a kid on the playground, turn heel and storm out the back door. A couple months later I almost had an altercation with a bartender. The gig ended at 1AM and the bartender starts yelling at the top of his lungs "IF YOU'RE NOT WITH THE BAND GET THE F@$% OUT!" My mom is with me once again and I'm her ride, it's the middle of winter so she will not be sitting in the car for an hour while I help with tear down. The bartender shouts his catchphrase a few more times and then yells directly at my mom to leave. I snapped and yelled that A: she's related to the band, B: so am I, C: I'm her ride home, D: if he didn't like it he was going to have to deal with me and the 4 other guys. That shut him up, but he spent the rest of our time there moaning about how he wanted to go home and didn't want to wait around for the gear to be packed up. About a month after that they were booked at the same bar, only this time the bartender kept his mouth shut about kicking people out the door.