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I'm not locked in here with you, you are locked in here with me.
I was always the worst musician in the band, and the newest member. I just held the bottom end down and knew enough not to try to get fancy. The other lads were more than fair - the drummer and I got an equal share of the takings even though the guitarist and the singer did all the real work. But once in a while we'd play a rough gig and some bogan would want to get up on the stage and have a sing through John's microphone (in his eyes a capital crime ranking somewhere between regicide and setting fire to a naval dockyard) or mess round with the equipment or just get generally stroppy.
For reasons I do not understand to this day, the other three - even the drummer who was a big strong lad - would grab me and push me out to deal with the situation as best I could. I'm of average height and back in those days I had to stand up twice to cast a shadow. Most of those obstropolous drunks I had to deal with could have creamed me without the slightest difficulty. But - again for reasons I am utterly at a loss to explain - I none of them ever quite did.
As I live and breathe, I'm bloody lucky that I still live and breathe!
On one occasion, he decided to get on stage and drunkenly dance whilst deliberately and repeatedly knocking into me. Unlike me, I just thumped him and literally threw him off the stage at The Standard, Walthamstow. I think the alcohol he'd consumed softened the blow!
We'd been told that the singer of Mistress was a bit of a nutter and to be fair, during their set, Dave Cunt (yes that was his name) was punching himself in the face whilst singing. He keep asking someone to hit and in the end our 6'4" bassist obliged. He spent the rest of the set holding his jaw to stem the flow of blood. Apparently he had to get stitches
@mudslide73 reminds me when I was 16 the band I was in had a drummer who got heavily into glue sniffing. We did a local gig at a hall packed full of school students and the drummer was out of it.
3 tracks in he slowed down then passed out sprawled over the drums. The crowd thought it hilarious but I thought he was dying. no mobiles then so someone when to a nearby house and called 999. When the ambulance came and they stretchered him off - still passed out - through the crowd. Half way through the hall he gave just lifted of the stretcher a bit and gave a piss take royal wave from the stretcher which got a big cheer.
Am impressed by how the little chap managed to end up standing on top with the big drummer (at least 3-4 weight classes above him) still on the deck. T'aint the size of the dog in the fight / size of the fight in the dog 'nall that
Moral; don't do pub gigs during the Royal Welsh Show, where a town of 3,000 people hosts 400,000 educationally subnormal farmers who've saved up all year to come and fight, drown in the river and best of all, rape someone.
Mostly involved girls pulling each other's hair, then throwing drinks over each other, then glassing each other, then grabbing chairs etc.
Oddly enough, both happened at the same venue in Hemel Hempstead.
I'm not locked in here with you, you are locked in here with me.
The great thing is, I caught it all on video as well. It's a proper Blues Brothers moment.
then Bar man hit bar with pool cue 3 times for everyone to stop and said “That’s enough Lads, can we all look for Dai’s ear on the floor somewhere”!
bloke standing there with blood down his neck holding his hand to his head!
I also did a gig in a Glastonbury pub about 10years ago and threw a punter away from me over someone’s table, luckily he was thrown out not me.
That Keef clip reminds me of watching Y Cyrff (Mark and Paul from Catatonia’s first band) in the students union bar in Aberystwyth - we had been the support band. Typical drunk student crowd, not really interested in the music, and one guy in particular spent the entire time shouting abuse at them from the front. As they finished a song, the other guitar player Barry (RIP) finally had enough and flung down his Telecaster, leapt off the stage, punched this guy in the face, then jumped back up, and went straight into the next song.
I was also called toCrown Court as a witness too. An assault at one of our gigs. The place was Crossways near Dorchester and a fight between four women, brutal. Not helped by other guitarist asking where’s the mud!