1982.
Brewster, NY
Fore-n-Aft, rock club.
I was 25 years old.
Twisted Sister was playing and my girlfriend had never heard or seen them so I took her. I was in a band that played the same club frequently, but had a night off.
2nd set Dee Snider starts his "We Are God And You Suck" routine and the lightman caught me giving Snyder the finger. He jumps off the stage and pushs the crowd out of the way screaming at me (as the follow-spot blinds us.) He started pushing me and saying I'm a tough guy so I threw my G&T in his face at which point there was total silence and he was stunned. He had probably 4" boots on so he was really tall- he bent over and grabbed my shirt, pulled me over and bit me on the cheek.
Blood everywhere. White shirt too.
The Fore-n-Aft had two owners- one which was my uncle Neil.
I had been playing that club since I was 16 knew everyone who worked there. Anyway, Uncle Neil drove me to Danbury hospital for a goddamn tetnus shot. We made it back to the club by 2:30am and dicovered that somehow all the tires on Twisted's moving truck had been cut.:ROTF:
There was a huge brawl in the parking lot -like 10 guys with chains and bats- State police showed up. Evidentely, a ganG from NYC 'showed up' that night to even the score with the band from a prior gig. Anyway, we pulled in from the hospital into a full-out brawl.
To this day- I run into people who were either there at that gig or heard about it.....
ok- YOUR TURN......
Brewster, NY
Fore-n-Aft, rock club.
I was 25 years old.
Twisted Sister was playing and my girlfriend had never heard or seen them so I took her. I was in a band that played the same club frequently, but had a night off.
2nd set Dee Snider starts his "We Are God And You Suck" routine and the lightman caught me giving Snyder the finger. He jumps off the stage and pushs the crowd out of the way screaming at me (as the follow-spot blinds us.) He started pushing me and saying I'm a tough guy so I threw my G&T in his face at which point there was total silence and he was stunned. He had probably 4" boots on so he was really tall- he bent over and grabbed my shirt, pulled me over and bit me on the cheek.
Blood everywhere. White shirt too.
The Fore-n-Aft had two owners- one which was my uncle Neil.
I had been playing that club since I was 16 knew everyone who worked there. Anyway, Uncle Neil drove me to Danbury hospital for a goddamn tetnus shot. We made it back to the club by 2:30am and dicovered that somehow all the tires on Twisted's moving truck had been cut.:ROTF:
There was a huge brawl in the parking lot -like 10 guys with chains and bats- State police showed up. Evidentely, a ganG from NYC 'showed up' that night to even the score with the band from a prior gig. Anyway, we pulled in from the hospital into a full-out brawl.
To this day- I run into people who were either there at that gig or heard about it.....
ok- YOUR TURN......
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