Ever had a punch up at your Gig ?

WOW! Great post. I have a good story.....

One night...probably Friday in 1991 in Priest River, Idaho at EZ Ed's. Does it sound like a biker bar or what?!?

At the end of our 3rd set (4th set was last) we were playing the last song and noticed EVERYONE leave the place and go out front. Blah blah blah we ended the song.....(dadadada dododo doh doh doh SMASH!) My keyboard player/lead singer, Linda, (wife), says "I'm going out front to see wass up". I am getting out from behind the kit and I walk out front......maybe 1 minute behind Linda. Here is what I see......a dude clutching his face, on the ground reeling in pain. (hahahahahahaha)

Well......I suddenly remembered...when we had first arrived to the gig, there was a "sweet" parking space RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE DOOR!! Duh! I'm taking that and not lugging my kit and keyboards for a block down the street. Hahaha...well, wouldn't ya' know, that's RIGHT WHERE the fight started. Two a-hole drunks were fighting & smashed a steel sign right into my car hood!! When Linda went out there - THAT"S WHAT SHE SAW..I can hear her now..."Oh, no, you DIDN'T just smash my new car..." She proceeded to grab the nearest dude that "may have" caused the car damage and SMASHED HIS effin' face into the front of same said car, breaking his nose!!!!

I am a wimp ....apparently. I missed the whole thing..being a drummer and all...I had to get out from behind my kit and "stuff." Drummers...sheesh.

But, amazingly enough, the next week...the same guy (with fashionable nose bandage) and his fighting buddy, showed up at our gig and were bragging..."Hey, that's the chick who broke my nose man...yeah, she's bad ass...."

Ha, ha...my wife...I love her still! And yes, she did approve this message....;o)

Funny stuff, man.
 
WOW! Great post. I have a good story.....

One night...probably Friday in 1991 in Priest River, Idaho at EZ Ed's. Does it sound like a biker bar or what?!?

At the end of our 3rd set (4th set was last) we were playing the last song and noticed EVERYONE leave the place and go out front. Blah blah blah we ended the song.....(dadadada dododo doh doh doh SMASH!) My keyboard player/lead singer, Linda, (wife), says "I'm going out front to see wass up". I am getting out from behind the kit and I walk out front......maybe 1 minute behind Linda. Here is what I see......a dude clutching his face, on the ground reeling in pain. (hahahahahahaha)

Well......I suddenly remembered...when we had first arrived to the gig, there was a "sweet" parking space RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE DOOR!! Duh! I'm taking that and not lugging my kit and keyboards for a block down the street. Hahaha...well, wouldn't ya' know, that's RIGHT WHERE the fight started. Two a-hole drunks were fighting & smashed a steel sign right into my car hood!! When Linda went out there - THAT"S WHAT SHE SAW..I can hear her now..."Oh, no, you DIDN'T just smash my new car..." She proceeded to grab the nearest dude that "may have" caused the car damage and SMASHED HIS effin' face into the front of same said car, breaking his nose!!!!

I am a wimp ....apparently. I missed the whole thing..being a drummer and all...I had to get out from behind my kit and "stuff." Drummers...sheesh.

But, amazingly enough, the next week...the same guy (with fashionable nose bandage) and his fighting buddy, showed up at our gig and were bragging..."Hey, that's the chick who broke my nose man...yeah, she's bad ass...."

Ha, ha...my wife...I love her still! And yes, she did approve this message....;o)

Funny stuff, man.

WOW! She actually broke his nose? The little Missus sounds pretty tough. I bet you never forget to take out the trash or put the toilet seat back down, LOL!
 
These are all such great stories. I've got a couple.
Once I was at a friend's gig. This mullet wearing, Camaro driving type guy had a little too much to drink and was being escorted out of the bar by a bouncer. The bouncer kept trying to take mullet man by the arm but he was having none of that. He turned around and body checked the bouncer who went flying and ended up taking out a couple of tables. These tables were full of drinks and surrounded by some pretty surprised people. Some punches were thrown but the bouncer was able to gain controll of the situation and get the jerk out of the bar.
On a different occasion, when my band was playing, a little scuffle started up on the dance floor. The bouncers got right on it and ejected the two in very quick order. I later found out that some drunk kept hitting on my lead singers mom and was taking it too far. His dad didn't take to kindly to that and decided to get involved. If you knew my lead singers parents, you would never think of them as trouble makers. It just goes to show you that nobody is immune to trouble when alcohol and large crowds are involved.
 
they don't call me The Terminator for nothing! Ok, they don't call me that at all ...

^^^^ LOL!

Years ago when I was knee high to a flea... We were house band for a little dive called the Village Centre Inn(VCI we called it) in Swedesboro? NJ...
Anyway we would twice or thrice a year rent a bus, round up all of our (drunken) friends and get em all to and from the show safely and provide a keg on the bus to keep the "thirst" down and get everyone pumped for the gig.

One night as we were playing the first breakdown in "How Many More Times" from Zep, somewhere in the middle of the third set... I noticed alot of movement in the crowd. Within seconds, the whole one side of the bar was goin at it, HARD. The bassist and I kept playing, watching and wondering if it would just die down. Then a stool went over the bar into a shelve or two of liquor bottles and smashed the mirror wall behind it. Thats when we pulled the plug...

These 15 or so drunken morons continued to fight for almost 20 minutes until the fuzz showed up. The scrap found its way outside and somehow a 50 lb decorative rock(boulder?) went through the big glass window in the front of the place. Thats when the tear gas went off. Now this fight may have been instigated by "our" people but the locals were the ones really f' ing sh!t up.... Our one roadie got gassed and was vomiting all over the stage as others were rolling on the ground choking to death on the spray.

I ve witnessed a few other fights but this one sticks in my head so clearly... I was all of about 17 at the time so I guess that was the first real barfight I ever saw. In the end, there was almost 20 arrests and about $8,000 in property damages. It was the best night the VCI had as far as revenue though, so we got paid, our equipment was fine and we were there playing 2 weeks later as if nothing happened.

Man I love memories!!!
 
I replied once already but....you gotta read this.

We were playing in Sandpoint, Idaho in 1991. A Rock And Roll joint....period! So....the set goes on as is normal. We rock....the crowd rocks! and we have a good time. The 3rd set (of 4) starts about 11:00 PM. My wife/keyboards/lead singer starts rocking....my back is toward the "main st" window. THE NEXT THING I see/hear is....CRASHhhhh...broken glass and a piece of 3" by 4" STEEL PLATE wizz by my wifes head. TAKE A BREAK NOW! Window broken, steel piece on the floor....wife OK!!!

You see, these total DHd's in the club saw us talking to a local guy (African American) best guy ever!!! They were NOT locals......just idiots....saw "the band" talking to "others". They took revenge. Well....cops came out...FOUND THE F's....they all got fired from their temporary job and we kept rocking!!!
 
A while ago we were playing a Christmas gig at a rugby club. One of the players who thought he was a bit special stepped onstage & stole our singer's santa hat (regulation gig wear at Christmas) What he didn't know was that our singer (a fireman) is like well hard, but a nice patient guy... so he let him wear his Hat for the rest of the gig. When he asked for it back after we'd loaded out, the player refused and laughed in his face. Patience over... good night rugby player... knocked him out in one punch...

Never steal the frontman's Santa hat...
 
Havent been much fighting on my gigs, but I remember some dudes trying to take backflips outside the pub and landing on their faces. Oh, and the one time I backhanded the keys-player in my old band(not the same keys-player I play with now) in the face for being an obnoxious twat.
 
Ok, we've moved on from band violence to general violence, mayhem and old war stories. Some classics ... KBadd's wife, Ms BADDDD ... the drunken riot ... the fireman's stolen Santa hat lol

Here's a shocker of mine, 1981 vintage. I've probably told it before but that's what old people do.

Anyway, we're playing at this bar near the wharves. All these rough wharfie guys in singlets sitting at the bar getting pissed while we're setting up. They're the day crowd - the humans turn up at night to see the bands. Suddenly this woman appears at the door and starts screaming at one of the drunks ... he probably missed a wedding or something. She storms in, picks up one of the spill trays from the bar, and hurls it at the husband.

He ducked and the corner of the tray hit the guy next to him splitting his head open like elevator doors. Bloody everywhere. They drag him off to the toilets and he staggers out after a while with a blood-soaked bandage around his head. He sat back down and kept drinking.

So we play the gig. No dramas, and we're packing up.

By now the guy with the bandage is completely paralytic as well as concussed. He stands up and starts walking (i.e. staggering). His right leg is heading towards the toilets and his left leg is heading towards the band area. Something had to give ... and he fell into one of our hired Bose PA speakers that was mounted on a stand.

The speaker started falling ... you know that slow motion thing in the movies? ... NOOOOOOOooooo! The speaker crashes on to our singer's flute, which was sitting in its open case on the floor. It bent her flute like V. Bye bye flute.

The next week she presented a new song to us at band practice - called Bent Out of Shape ...
 
Ok, we've moved on from band violence to general violence, mayhem and old war stories. Some classics ... KBadd's wife, Ms BADDDD ... the drunken riot ... the fireman's stolen Santa hat lol

Here's a shocker of mine, 1981 vintage. I've probably told it before but that's what old people do.

Anyway, we're playing at this bar near the wharves. All these rough wharfie guys in singlets sitting at the bar getting pissed while we're setting up. They're the day crowd - the humans turn up at night to see the bands. Suddenly this woman appears at the door and starts screaming at one of the drunks ... he probably missed a wedding or something. She storms in, picks up one of the spill trays from the bar, and hurls it at the husband.

He ducked and the corner of the tray hit the guy next to him splitting his head open like elevator doors. Bloody everywhere. They drag him off to the toilets and he staggers out after a while with a blood-soaked bandage around his head. He sat back down and kept drinking.

So we play the gig. No dramas, and we're packing up.

By now the guy with the bandage is completely paralytic as well as concussed. He stands up and starts walking (i.e. staggering). His right leg is heading towards the toilets and his left leg is heading towards the band area. Something had to give ... and he fell into one of our hired Bose PA speakers that was mounted on a stand.

The speaker started falling ... you know that slow motion thing in the movies? ... NOOOOOOOooooo! The speaker crashes on to our singer's flute, which was sitting in its open case on the floor. It bent her flute like V. Bye bye flute.

The next week she presented a new song to us at band practice - called Bent Out of Shape ...

Ha ha ha Awesome story! LOL
I've often wanted to do do that to moody flautists!! only with my bare hands not a bose speaker...
 
Was in the shelf, at tottenhams ground once when the West Hams ICF came storming in from the park lane end, they were playing music over the tanoy, does that count.
 
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