Weirdest Interaction With An Audience/Congregation Member

[refin]

I've got a few,but one of the funniest ones occured to some friends of mine.They were playing in this place back in the '70s with a lead singer/frontman that was a bit of a cheeseball (glitter shirt,tied in the front instead of buttoned).The club was a bit country rock and a bit rock and roll ,and this guy looked like a Vegas reject.
Anyway,some little feller came walking up to the stage---this guy looked like Ernest T. Bass from the Andy Griffith Show (remember him? He threw rocks and stuff,and was the consummate hillbilly) and requested some Beatles to the lead singer.The singer said,"Yeh,okay" probably just to appease the guy.Well,the little guy went back and nursed a couple of Buds,stayed a whole set,and no Beatles.Well,he was fit to be tied.He walked up to the drummer during a break and said in a loud voice,"You tell that singer feller to play some Beatles,or I'm gonna beat him in the eye!"
Talk about tears rolling down the cheeks suppressing laughter.I just knew he was going to start throwing rocks around the club. :sprint:

[MrMike]

I have a bunch to choose from. When I was 15 or so we were playing at an open jam at a redneck bar. We went in and played a few 50's tunes (this was in the late 70's) and brought the house down (they were easily impressed). Since the stage was set up for a jam, there were extra amps. Some guy walked up to the stage and plugged an electric violin into one of the spare amps and proceeded to try to play along with us, quite badly. At one point an audience member walked up onto the stage, politely said, "Excuse me, please" to the would-be fiddler, and promptly unplugged the fiddle from the amp. The fiddler, being rather inebriated, went out and began doing push-ups in the middle of the dance floor. We're pretty sure there was a woman involved.

When I lived in Iowa, in my B.C. days, we used to play at a little bar called Mook's Roadhouse. It was a quaint little place. It was heated with a woodstove, had a dog that hung out with all the patrons, and Mook was noted for being able to toss empty bottles hook-shot style into a box behind the bar from any point in the building. It was always a given that at some point during the 4th set Mook, having consumed way too many, would wind up standing on his head in the middle of the dance floor mooning the entire bar. I must say that I have never seen a hairier backside on a human. The suspicion was that he was part chimp.

[refin]

I have a bunch to choose from. When I was 15 or so we were playing at an open jam at a redneck bar. We went in and played a few 50's tunes (this was in the late 70's) and brought the house down (they were easily impressed). Since the stage was set up for a jam, there were extra amps. Some guy walked up to the stage and plugged an electric violin into one of the spare amps and proceeded to try to play along with us, quite badly. At one point an audience member walked up onto the stage, politely said, "Excuse me, please" to the would-be fiddler, and promptly unplugged the fiddle from the amp. The fiddler, being rather inebriated, went out and began doing push-ups in the middle of the dance floor. We're pretty sure there was a woman involved.

When I lived in Iowa, in my B.C. days, we used to play at a little bar called Mook's Roadhouse. It was a quaint little place. It was heated with a woodstove, had a dog that hung out with all the patrons, and Mook was noted for being able to toss empty bottles hook-shot style into a box behind the bar from any point in the building. It was always a given that at some point during the 4th set Mook, having consumed way too many, would wind up standing on his head in the middle of the dance floor mooning the entire bar. I must say that I have never seen a hairier backside on a human. The suspicion was that he was part chimp.

:ROFL
Oh,those were the days (thank God!)

[Teleguy]

We played an outdoor event called "Scotts Valley Days," kinda like Cheyenne's Frontier Days, but on a vastly smaller scale.
We were playing a Funk and Jazz set, when some guy in a white cowboy hat requested "Golden Rivets."
"Sure!" I said, and promptly broke into a bunch of raucous country licks with no particular direction. The guy looked steamed, and left.
Later, my partner said he was requesting "Golden Ribbons."
How was I to know? My ears have been ringing since 1972. :dunno
:oops: :oops:

[refin]

Your ears too,eh?
Must be all those pre-pedal/pre-master Fenders and Marshalls we used to love to crank....er,uh.....ahem.....turn up "sufficiently" to be heard.
That's a funny one.

[seagullplayer]

Anyone ever notice how much Ernest T. Bass looks like Phil Collins?

[refin]

Anyone ever notice how much Ernest T. Bass looks like Phil Collins?

Now that you mention it............. :-k
Do you think that......hmmmmmm.....nah,it couldn't be.

[Micter]

I've got a few,but one of the funniest ones occured to some friends of mine.They were playing in this place back in the '70s with a lead singer/frontman that was a bit of a cheeseball (glitter shirt,tied in the front instead of buttoned).The club was a bit country rock and a bit rock and roll ,and this guy looked like a Vegas reject.
Anyway,some little feller came walking up to the stage---this guy looked like Ernest T. Bass from the Andy Griffith Show (remember him? He threw rocks and stuff,and was the consummate hillbilly) and requested some Beatles to the lead singer.The singer said,"Yeh,okay" probably just to appease the guy.Well,the little guy went back and nursed a couple of Buds,stayed a whole set,and no Beatles.Well,he was fit to be tied.He walked up to the drummer during a break and said in a loud voice,"You tell that singer feller to play some Beatles,or I'm gonna beat him in the eye!"
Talk about tears rolling down the cheeks suppressing laughter.I just knew he was going to start throwing rocks around the club. :sprint:

Funny you should mention Enest T. Bass! He died this week.

[refin]

I've got a few,but one of the funniest ones occured to some friends of mine.They were playing in this place back in the '70s with a lead singer/frontman that was a bit of a cheeseball (glitter shirt,tied in the front instead of buttoned).The club was a bit country rock and a bit rock and roll ,and this guy looked like a Vegas reject.
Anyway,some little feller came walking up to the stage---this guy looked like Ernest T. Bass from the Andy Griffith Show (remember him? He threw rocks and stuff,and was the consummate hillbilly) and requested some Beatles to the lead singer.The singer said,"Yeh,okay" probably just to appease the guy.Well,the little guy went back and nursed a couple of Buds,stayed a whole set,and no Beatles.Well,he was fit to be tied.He walked up to the drummer during a break and said in a loud voice,"You tell that singer feller to play some Beatles,or I'm gonna beat him in the eye!"
Talk about tears rolling down the cheeks suppressing laughter.I just knew he was going to start throwing rocks around the club. :sprint:

Funny you should mention Enest T. Bass! He died this week.


Wow....he was funny.......moment of silence...........