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Supportact said: [my style is] probably more an accumulation of limitations and bad habits than a 'style'.
- quite a long time ago now playing a biker gig thing where there were also exotic dancers on the bill. One of them flashed me from the side of the stage whilst we were playing and ( not really sure why) I developed a fit of hysterics for what would have been for no apparent reason to the audience or rest of the band.
- playing a pub that had a stage but quite a low ceiling. So, in effect the ceiling was about a foot above our heads. No great problem until our singer decided to leap off the stage.He banged his head on the ceiling, knocking himself unconscious.Mixture of confusion follwed by laughter. Fairly sure the audience thought our singer lying prostrate in the middle of the dance floor during Too Much Too Young was somehow part of the act.He recovered quite quickly BTW!
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Played a gig at a club where this 80 odd year old lady was notorious for getting up and shaking maracas (that is not a euphemism in any way).
This one day she's standing there shaking away happily, but the old elastic in her bloomers is letting them gradually slip further down her legs. She was the last to notice of course and rather than stop and pull her huge granny pants back up, she tries using one hand to do that while still shaking the maracas in the other.
All the audience and my band mates were pissing themselves, but I nearly laughed myself inside out.
Gig on the back of a lorry in a pub car park (Sunday afternoon family enterainment event).
Playing Robbie Williams "Let Me Entertain You" (I have no shame) and the guy singing (not our regular singer but a mate who played in another band that day and knew the lyrics) decides to jump in the air do the splits...all very rock and roll.
His ankle healed OK and we laugh about it now.
Played a gig where the food was downstairs from the room we were playing in, which meant leaving the gear unattended for a few minutes...never good, but when you have travelled to a beautiful coastal town only to find the entire wedding party is from Chelmsley Wood (in Birmingham..and, dare I say it, a shithole), you fear the worst.
We dash back up to the room when we hear our drummer's kit being pummeled for all it's worth and some idiot hollering away into the (thankfully muted) mics and banging Stu's tambourine.
So of course, you pysche yourself up to deliver a bollocking.....only to find THE BRIDE sat at the drumkit, pissed off her head.
Lovely.
Whilst waiting to go on for our second set, we witnessed a couple having a full on "i think they're splitting up in front of our eyes" argument, just a little bit too close to us so that we caught every word.
Our singer repeated one of the phrases from the argument verbatim during our set - A totally inocuous sentence that would have meant nothing to anyone in the crowd (save for the arguing couple) but as a band we just dissolved into a mess of hysterics.
Our most oft- repeated story though is when we were stopping over in Cumbria after a gig and our dep singer got very drunk after the show on free booze, encouraging our young and impressionable bassist at the time to do the same.
We all shared a cheapo motel room, two of us in the bed (I took a sleeping bag, I swear!) and two on the sofa bed and floor.
I was awoken in the night by the sound of what I thought was running water, but was in fact our very drunk bassist, stood at the foot of the bed, urinating on myself and our drummer, having mistaken it for the bathroom.
Having twigged what was going on a split second before myself, our drummer unleashed the full fury of the Queen's English, and thinking that was that, I tried my best to get back to sleep....Only to spend half the night listening to our drummer chasing him up and down corridors trying to get him to come back into the room, as he was sleepwalking around in his sodden underpants.
Poor chap didn't even know what he'd done the next morning, and only believed we weren't winding him up when he felt the front of his wet pants and saw the wet patch on the bed....
How we laughed................eventually.
It was (I think still is) the largest council estate in Europe. There is a book somewhere about the history of the estate and the idealised vision the planners and architects had for it. The history of council planning being rife with mistakes that seem obvious in hindsight (the tower blocks of Glasgow built to enable chic Italian style city life, for example. Or, as I sit here in West Brom pretty much anything within walking distance).
But, I am certainly put off the idea of a wedding band for life now by the anecdotes, thanks Dave!
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Supportact said: [my style is] probably more an accumulation of limitations and bad habits than a 'style'.
Although I would emphasise the fact that the two folks who got drunk (not I, said the wolf - I had to drive to the accomodation!) did so AFTER we had finished the set and packed up - they didn't play whilst drunk, as we would never tolerate that.
Women pole-dancing with Marquee tent-poles - both times we were definitely 2nd fiddle to the floorshow - could have put on an iPod until the ladies in question fell over/passed out/threw up ....
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A few bands ago I had some pissed old woman feeling my arse while playing the solo to All Right Now.. managed not to ruin it completely. She couldn't understand why I was so annoyed... everyone else in the band of course found this hilarious.
On friday our singer missed the 3rd verse on the Buzzcocks'"Ever fallen in love" and headbutted his microphone in the rush to turn back around... more the look on his face than anything.
More bizarre than funny.. we had an Elvis impersonator open for us at a posh wedding a few years ago.. he was the most nervous I've ever seen anyone prior to going on. Petrified he was... he literally had to have his hand held before he'd perform.
Supportact said: [my style is] probably more an accumulation of limitations and bad habits than a 'style'.
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It was almost always in the Ropemakers, but also been flashed in the royal oak opposite, plus the Hope and anchor, but you don't really want to be flashed in there !