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Supportact said: [my style is] probably more an accumulation of limitations and bad habits than a 'style'.
Predictably, the singer drank far too much and his poisonous missus was in his ear the whole time winding him up - he was upset that he wasn't asked to be best man and she was really stoking the fire.
The reception began at 7pm, we were due on at 9pm. Singer staggers in a minute before stage time with a can of Carling in his hand but seems to have calmed down so we press on with the gig.
By the end of the first song, he'd managed to call the guests a bunch of c#nts and we abandoned the second song halfway through as he was murdering it. He dropped his Rickenbacker on the stage and started walking off. The drummer ushered him out the back door and twatted him, he fell back, hit his head on a pallet and laid motionless for what felt like minutes. I honestly thought he'd killed him until he picked himself up and came lunging towards the drummer, arms flailing like a madman. Me and another guest jumped in between them to break up the fight and eventually separated them. The singer sloped off and we went back inside to tell the DJ he needs to extend his set.
That was the end of that band.
Honestly, you’re lucky Ginger didn’t pull out a flick knife.
The only one I have was a gig I wasn't playing, just watching. The singer, an old friend, was a bit drunk and getting mouthy with the sound woman. I was at the front, and said to her (just loud enough to make sure singer could hear) "I remember when I had my first beer".
The overreaction was quite incredible - starting with a scream of "I'm not drunk!" to falling off the stage, yelling at someone who had nothing to do with anything and finally being escorted out by security (having peed himself).
He's a much more sensible lad now. Still completely toneless singer, but he enjoys it, and he's a force for good overall. Moved abroad some years back and married
Incident one: onstage fight at a wedding gig between two of them. Resentment had been brewing for a long time, and one had recently suffered a personal loss. He harboured a particular animus towards this other band member - a hippy with some anger management issues. Result: pow.
Incident two: instigator of previous fight was getting ready to do a radio interview along with me, in anticipation of a reasonably important gig for us. Beforehand, we got a coffee in the venue and he was just incredibly, unnecessarily rude to the person serving us. Which confirmed to me that he utterly lacked class and for me at least, marked his card.
We later kicked this guy out. His retort was that we all had issues and that we should join him in group therapy. Ha. No, fuck off, sonny. Fuck off back to your dance therapy classes.