We were playing in Slidell, LA, the drummer (a drunk anyway) heard his mom was in the hospital. So he drank. Turns out his mom was retaining water, and her ankles swelled up. That's it. So we threw him in the cold shower, sobered him up in time to play.
He normally sucked anyway, but played horrible totally sober. After the first set, we told him "no hard feelings about this afternoon, just relax and have fun. Have a drink if you need one." yadda yadda. So he had a shot. ANd a beer, then a shotandabeerandashot....
2nd set, he's pretty well wasted again. REALLY can't play now. So we turn drums off in the pa, amps on stage way up and all move as far away from the drums as possible (so we can't hear the drums fumbling around). All that time playing with a metronome really paid off that day....
Finally, I hear this hopelessly munged up drum fill, sounds like drums falling down the stairs, no rhythm, no timing. Even for him (usually sucking) it was exceptionally bad.
I turn around to give him a dirty look..... and all I see are two hush puppies up in the air. He had fallen off his drum stool, and he couldn't get up. He was laying there wedged up against the wall. Great story now, but we were pretty PO'd at the time.
Guitar player finally beat him up on the way to the next gig. Normally not recommended, but have to admit it made us all feel a lot better....
That was back in my wild and foolish days....
Randy
He normally sucked anyway, but played horrible totally sober. After the first set, we told him "no hard feelings about this afternoon, just relax and have fun. Have a drink if you need one." yadda yadda. So he had a shot. ANd a beer, then a shotandabeerandashot....
2nd set, he's pretty well wasted again. REALLY can't play now. So we turn drums off in the pa, amps on stage way up and all move as far away from the drums as possible (so we can't hear the drums fumbling around). All that time playing with a metronome really paid off that day....
Finally, I hear this hopelessly munged up drum fill, sounds like drums falling down the stairs, no rhythm, no timing. Even for him (usually sucking) it was exceptionally bad.
I turn around to give him a dirty look..... and all I see are two hush puppies up in the air. He had fallen off his drum stool, and he couldn't get up. He was laying there wedged up against the wall. Great story now, but we were pretty PO'd at the time.
Guitar player finally beat him up on the way to the next gig. Normally not recommended, but have to admit it made us all feel a lot better....
Randy
Do a TB search for drummers and you'll find loads of horror stories. Read a bit more closely and you'll find most of those were male drummers. I don't think you'll get a lot of evidence to back up your contention that women drummers are a particular problem; I've come across flakes of both genders and all colours, shapes and sizes across a range of instruments and I'm convinced that you're totally off-base!