Have You Ever Been Asked To Leave / Kicked Out Of Somewhere ??

[ozzy85]

In my younger years, yes. Some people have no sense of humor for a loud belch while eating. C'mon, it's only Denny's...

 

Kicked out of the classroom more times than I could count.

[vaportrailer]

I once played in a mostly-black funk/R&B band that was run out of a shitty little racist town. Does that count?

 

Long story short: band was booked to perform in shitty little racist town club for 4 nights. We arrive, set-up, soundcheck - no problems. We leave for a bite to eat.

When we come back to play, we're told by an embarrassed town spokesperson that "no one wants to listen to you and it's recommended you leave at once."

The lame excuse offered: "We thought you were a heavy metal band".

It was an ugly situation, compounded by the fact that we'd rented a U-Haul and traveled 900km for the gig, and things deteriorated quickly.

 

 

Beautiful area, stunted people.

[invisible airwave]

Does the internet count? Got banned on the Pearl Jam forums a year ago and had many accounts revoked on IMDB. I have no choice but to be hemorrhoids to those who are objectively a-holes. Idiocracy has become a prophetic movie many years before the election. Edited July 13, 2018 by invisible airwave

[Permanent-Rush]

No, but I almost got removed from Science class in 6th grade? for saying the word crap by accident and then laughing. The teacher then asked me to step outside/leave and I lied and said I didn't say it. Ah, what terrible times middle school was, at least for me per say. Would never go back again, that's the end of that Garbage. Edited July 14, 2018 by Permanent-Rush

[Lucas]

I once played in a mostly-black funk/R&B band that was run out of a shitty little racist town. Does that count?

 

Long story short: band was booked to perform in shitty little racist town club for 4 nights. We arrive, set-up, soundcheck - no problems. We leave for a bite to eat.

When we come back to play, we're told by an embarrassed town spokesperson that "no one wants to listen to you and it's recommended you leave at once."

The lame excuse offered: "We thought you were a heavy metal band".

It was an ugly situation, compounded by the fact that we'd rented a U-Haul and traveled 900km for the gig, and things deteriorated quickly.

 

 

Beautiful area, stunted people.

 

uggghhhhh, VT, that sucks

 

we thought you were metal .. now please get out

 

[Babycat]

Anyone else here achieve the Catholic School Punishment Trifecta: spanking, caning, and strap? I got all three!

 

 

 

 

Caning and strap in grade 1 (!) and humiliation spanking in grade 4.

 

Ah, the good old days.

 

Those are things that I would pay good money for these days

 

Ha! No need to pay - just find yourself someone with a bit of a dark side...

you're sounding like you want to volunteer... :outtahere:

 

Always preferred to be the one tied up, actually.

Damn, I miss her.

well you can find anything on Craigslist, soooo yeahhhh.....

 

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[Rick N. Backer]

Used to be a weekly occurrence back in the day when I had a more "complicated" relationship with booze and drugs, but not for a long time now.

 

Yep. 25 or so years ago I would periodically get asked by establishments in and around Boston to call it a night. Never for my behavior, but because it was apparent I had already had enough of their service.

[Verena]

 

I was asked to leave more than once and wasn't justified. - I wanted to consume drinks and food on these restaurants and they didn't want me there due time, appearance and use of services that were avaiable and I was going to pay correctly for.

 

Well, these three restaurants are closed nowadays. Even their buildings are gone.

 

I was asked to get out of a rock store due my music tastes.

 

I was asked to left because I was comparing prices and choosing between clothes stores.

 

 

I see nothing that justifies. Of course a lot of people knew about it and didn't buy at these places anymore.

 

;)

 

[Verena]

I was also asked to leave places I worked at due lack of professionalism where people are ignorant enough to think they know best about someone younger. They actually didn't like new people and working in groups but my workplace's owner had two crews: on in the afternoon and another at night.

I chose to work at night. So the afternoon group was envious and fighting the night group.

 

I was asked to leave places and people whom I wanted to work with and at.

 

I was kicked out of places bluntly because I asked for jobs.

[Principled Man]

When I was in 8th grade, I walked into the local Kroger grocery store with three buddies. The store manager was at the entrance. He stopped us, asked us if we were there together, and when we said "Yes", he ordered us to leave.

 

He must have thought that we were up to no good, which was probably true. :D

[Fridge]

Christ on a bike, you lot are a right bunch of goody-twoshoes aren't you?

[Lucas]

One incident back in the early 90s, but I was very fortunate in fact

 

The band I was in at the time played at Webster Hall in NYC ... This was the early 90s, and Webster Hall at the time had three floors, with the top floor for live music and bands, and the other floors were dance music ..

 

After my band played, there was a service elevator for the gear, but to get out back onto the street, we had to wade thru the dance floor - obviously, a totally different crowd ...

 

My band was The Sex Bombs, and we had just played with D Generation .. we were like sore thumbs in that place ....

 

And since I was in my early 20s and it was a long time ago, I'll admit here that I had on a skirt ...

 

So anyway, after all the equipment made it down to the sidewalk, we were all filing out, thru the dance floor room .... Some of the other band members were up ahead of me, and even thru the thumping of the dance music, I could feel the glares - and something going on up ahead .... It was just a case of us wanting to get outside, but there was a bunch of pricks that didn;t seem to want us to leave without hearing their bullshit ...

 

I feel a shove from behind, and a guy comes up in front of me with the usual fa*ott, what the f**k ... Everything else disappeared - all my friends and the other band members, and all I saw was his expression - I remember just rearing back and clocking the guy in the mouth .. We had had a great show and were just trying to leave, and enough was enough ...

 

The guy dropped like a sack, and I could see the dance area just part like the Red Sea ... I don;t think they expected it .. The adrenaline made everything seem surreal and all I remember is ducking and getting another guy - who was a head shorter than me - in a headlock and getting his shirt up over his head so he couldn;t see ....

 

Security came like a herd of cattle ... They were dragging people and throwing people around, but when they got to me, they saw me with my hands up and the second guy with a handful of my hair and his shirt up over his head ... They pulled the guy off of me, and even though just about everyone else was was literally thrown out, one bouncer asked me if I was OK and led me out .... I don;t know if he saw the whole thing from the start or if he though I was a chick, but I was escorted out pretty much unscathed ....

 

The first guy that I hit was propped up outside on the sidewalk, sitting with his back against the wall with some people looking at him ... my hand hurt like a m*********** and my knuckles were bleeding, so he had to have lost some teeth .... As security directed me out and down the sidewalk, they looked down at the guy sitting there and I said to them "I bet he's never been hit that hard by someone in a skirt" .. the laughed but suggested I get out as fast as I can, which I did ..

 

 

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Edited July 15, 2018 by Lucas

[snowdogged]

I got thrown out of the Olympic Stadium at an Expos game in the eighties. There were about eight guys from my high school and I that all skipped school to go to the game. We were in the nose bleeds and one guy started throwing toilet paper(Those little individual pieces they used to have in the dispensers), needless to say, all of us started doing it and it was snowing toilet paper on to the field in the middle of the game (They had to stop the game.). Only took a few minutes for security to come kick us out.

 

I have many others that I might share later.

Edited July 15, 2018 by snowdogged

[librarian]

I was asked to never return to an bar that I invited my underage coworkers to, when what really

happened was that they invited me to their party. I guess the bartender was just looking for someone to blame.

 

In high school I was sent to the principal s office after I told my English teacher to "have a another drink". She didn't understand what I was explaining to her, so I got mad. She was known to have a problem, and she just pissed me off. Little did she know but the principal was in a relationship with one of my friends, so I didn't get in trouble! (FYI they got married and kids and happily ever after).

Edited July 15, 2018 by librarian

[JohnnyBlaze]

Christ on a bike, you lot are a right bunch of goody-twoshoes aren't you?

 

 

I was thinking the same.

 

In short, it happened a few times due to xenophobia, racism, & fake yakuza. Fighting, of course, happened some of those times. Spitting too.

[vaportrailer]

I once played in a mostly-black funk/R&B band that was run out of a shitty little racist town. Does that count?

 

Long story short: band was booked to perform in shitty little racist town club for 4 nights. We arrive, set-up, soundcheck - no problems. We leave for a bite to eat.

When we come back to play, we're told by an embarrassed town spokesperson that "no one wants to listen to you and it's recommended you leave at once."

The lame excuse offered: "We thought you were a heavy metal band".

It was an ugly situation, compounded by the fact that we'd rented a U-Haul and traveled 900km for the gig, and things deteriorated quickly.

 

 

Beautiful area, stunted people.

 

uggghhhhh, VT, that sucks

 

we thought you were metal .. now please get out

 

 

Oh, suck it did! Due to the language barrier, only two of us knew what was going on at first, the other guys thought it was a joke.

It was 9pm, we were exhausted from the drive etc, and now had a small angry crowd around us. There were only 7 of us, so we packed up our gear and left to a fair bit of jeering and ugliness.

In misguided retaliation, the bandleader started trashing the house we were staying at. The dope even put a fire extinguisher in the oven and set it on 'broil' (I removed it when he left the kitchen to smash something in another room). The sympathetic town spokesperson showed up to give us a half bottle of vodka and 30$ of his own money for gas.

On the long drive home, with very little cash, the car that was hauling the gear broke down. We had to leave our gear in a convenience store parking lot.

Then we went into the convenience store to shoplift some food. Embarrassing. [Of course the gear got ripped off and weeks later I had to pay $80 to get most of my gear back from a pawn shop - some things had apparently disappeared. At least I got (most of) my stuff back!]

Then we had to have the car fixed, which we couldn't pay for, so that was yet another unpleasant incident on our ill-fated tour.

Coda:

Got home later that day, tired and hungry, only to find my girlfriend had gone out for the afternoon and of course had locked the apartment. So I passed out in the grimy hallway holding on to my snare drum and cymbals with no money in my pocket, no food in my stomach, and no drum kit. Rock and roll! :haz:

[HemiBeers]

I once played in a mostly-black funk/R&B band that was run out of a shitty little racist town. Does that count?

 

Long story short: band was booked to perform in shitty little racist town club for 4 nights. We arrive, set-up, soundcheck - no problems. We leave for a bite to eat.

When we come back to play, we're told by an embarrassed town spokesperson that "no one wants to listen to you and it's recommended you leave at once."

The lame excuse offered: "We thought you were a heavy metal band".

It was an ugly situation, compounded by the fact that we'd rented a U-Haul and traveled 900km for the gig, and things deteriorated quickly.

 

 

Beautiful area, stunted people.

 

uggghhhhh, VT, that sucks

 

we thought you were metal .. now please get out

 

 

Oh, suck it did! Due to the language barrier, only two of us knew what was going on at first, the other guys thought it was a joke.

It was 9pm, we were exhausted from the drive etc, and now had a small angry crowd around us. There were only 7 of us, so we packed up our gear and left to a fair bit of jeering and ugliness.

In misguided retaliation, the bandleader started trashing the house we were staying at. The dope even put a fire extinguisher in the oven and set it on 'broil' (I removed it when he left the kitchen to smash something in another room). The sympathetic town spokesperson showed up to give us a half bottle of vodka and 30$ of his own money for gas.

On the long drive home, with very little cash, the car that was hauling the gear broke down. We had to leave our gear in a convenience store parking lot.

Then we went into the convenience store to shoplift some food. Embarrassing. [Of course the gear got ripped off and weeks later I had to pay $80 to get most of my gear back from a pawn shop - some things had apparently disappeared. At least I got (most of) my stuff back!]

Then we had to have the car fixed, which we couldn't pay for, so that was yet another unpleasant incident on our ill-fated tour.

Coda:

Got home later that day, tired and hungry, only to find my girlfriend had gone out for the afternoon and of course had locked the apartment. So I passed out in the grimy hallway holding on to my snare drum and cymbals with no money in my pocket, no food in my stomach, and no drum kit. Rock and roll! :haz:

but it was all worth it for the story you could tell us years later. :P Edited July 17, 2018 by HemiBeers

[vaportrailer]

 

Oh, suck it did! Due to the language barrier, only two of us knew what was going on at first, the other guys thought it was a joke.

It was 9pm, we were exhausted from the drive etc, and now had a small angry crowd around us. There were only 7 of us, so we packed up our gear and left to a fair bit of jeering and ugliness.

In misguided retaliation, the bandleader started trashing the house we were staying at. The dope even put a fire extinguisher in the oven and set it on 'broil' (I removed it when he left the kitchen to smash something in another room). The sympathetic town spokesperson showed up to give us a half bottle of vodka and 30$ of his own money for gas.

On the long drive home, with very little cash, the car that was hauling the gear broke down. We had to leave our gear in a convenience store parking lot.

Then we went into the convenience store to shoplift some food. Embarrassing. [Of course the gear got ripped off and weeks later I had to pay $80 to get most of my gear back from a pawn shop - some things had apparently disappeared. At least I got (most of) my stuff back!]

Then we had to have the car fixed, which we couldn't pay for, so that was yet another unpleasant incident on our ill-fated tour.

Coda:

Got home later that day, tired and hungry, only to find my girlfriend had gone out for the afternoon and of course had locked the apartment. So I passed out in the grimy hallway holding on to my snare drum and cymbals with no money in my pocket, no food in my stomach, and no drum kit. Rock and roll! :haz:

but it was all worth it for the story you could tell us years later. :P

 

I was only in the band for 3 months but so much shit happened! I had just turned 19, and was impressed that these guys had an album out on CBS/whatever, so I hung in there longer than I should've.

 

-Filmed a promo spot for MuchMusic (anybody remember "Soul in the City"?). The bandleader showed up to the session 2.5 hours late (3 hours of donated studio time), coked out of his mind. We ran through the songs only realizing afterwards that the horns were out of tune so the recording was unusable. We were even outfitted by "Le Chateau"! :laughing guy:

 

-Played a gig where we had to rent a keyboard for whatever reason. Apparently bandleader did not pay for keyboard so dude showed up at an afternoon matinee to collect money or keyboard (fair enough). Bandleader blew his top and beat the f**k out of the keyboard-renter with a motorcycle helmet. Nice!

 

-Quickly discovered the bandleader's behavior was heavily influenced by crack. Was even kindly offered some near the end of my time in the band. Not my scene.

 

-At one gig, bandleader managed to forget who was behind the drums and introduced me as the ex-drummer - a well-known, older local who did not share the same skin pigmentation as me. What made this even more embarrassing was that the ex-drummer just happened to be in the audience.

 

-Bass player almost quit band before one gig due to bandleader bonking bass-player's girlfriend a few hours earlier (most likely in exchange for drugs). Keyboardist had to talk him out of it and defuse situation. Bass player was 16 years old so his girlfriend would've been around the same age. Bandleader was 34. Ew.

 

I was pretty much ready to quit before the ill-fated tour - which ended up being the icing on an already shitty cake. I got my drums out of hock, quit the band and found a job at the dockyards, and suddenly could afford food and albums again!

 

I still have an audio copy of the MuchMusic debacle. Wish I had the video, just to see those Le Chateau clothes.

 

http://i.imgur.com/s4Nb5.jpg

[OldRUSHfan]

Oh, suck it did! Due to the language barrier, only two of us knew what was going on at first, the other guys thought it was a joke.

It was 9pm, we were exhausted from the drive etc, and now had a small angry crowd around us. There were only 7 of us, so we packed up our gear and left to a fair bit of jeering and ugliness.

In misguided retaliation, the bandleader started trashing the house we were staying at. The dope even put a fire extinguisher in the oven and set it on 'broil' (I removed it when he left the kitchen to smash something in another room). The sympathetic town spokesperson showed up to give us a half bottle of vodka and 30$ of his own money for gas.

On the long drive home, with very little cash, the car that was hauling the gear broke down. We had to leave our gear in a convenience store parking lot.

Then we went into the convenience store to shoplift some food. Embarrassing. [Of course the gear got ripped off and weeks later I had to pay $80 to get most of my gear back from a pawn shop - some things had apparently disappeared. At least I got (most of) my stuff back!]

Then we had to have the car fixed, which we couldn't pay for, so that was yet another unpleasant incident on our ill-fated tour.

Coda:

Got home later that day, tired and hungry, only to find my girlfriend had gone out for the afternoon and of course had locked the apartment. So I passed out in the grimy hallway holding on to my snare drum and cymbals with no money in my pocket, no food in my stomach, and no drum kit. Rock and roll! :haz:

but it was all worth it for the story you could tell us years later. :P

 

I was only in the band for 3 months but so much shit happened! I had just turned 19, and was impressed that these guys had an album out on CBS/whatever, so I hung in there longer than I should've.

 

-Filmed a promo spot for MuchMusic (anybody remember "Soul in the City"?). The bandleader showed up to the session 2.5 hours late (3 hours of donated studio time), coked out of his mind. We ran through the songs only realizing afterwards that the horns were out of tune so the recording was unusable. We were even outfitted by "Le Chateau"! :laughing guy:

 

-Played a gig where we had to rent a keyboard for whatever reason. Apparently bandleader did not pay for keyboard so dude showed up at an afternoon matinee to collect money or keyboard (fair enough). Bandleader blew his top and beat the f**k out of the keyboard-renter with a motorcycle helmet. Nice!

 

-Quickly discovered the bandleader's behavior was heavily influenced by crack. Was even kindly offered some near the end of my time in the band. Not my scene.

 

-At one gig, bandleader managed to forget who was behind the drums and introduced me as the ex-drummer - a well-known, older local who did not share the same skin pigmentation as me. What made this even more embarrassing was that the ex-drummer just happened to be in the audience.

 

-Bass player almost quit band before one gig due to bandleader bonking bass-player's girlfriend a few hours earlier (most likely in exchange for drugs). Keyboardist had to talk him out of it and defuse situation. Bass player was 16 years old so his girlfriend would've been around the same age. Bandleader was 34. Ew.

 

I was pretty much ready to quit before the ill-fated tour - which ended up being the icing on an already shitty cake. I got my drums out of hock, quit the band and found a job at the dockyards, and suddenly could afford food and albums again!

 

I still have an audio copy of the MuchMusic debacle. Wish I had the video, just to see those Le Chateau clothes.

 

http://i.imgur.com/s4Nb5.jpg

 

Wow. I can truthfully say I've NEVER been in a situation like that! Sorry, maaaan!

[OldRUSHfan]

It seems I HAVE led a pretty sheltered life, ya know?

[vaportrailer]

Oh, suck it did! Due to the language barrier, only two of us knew what was going on at first, the other guys thought it was a joke.

It was 9pm, we were exhausted from the drive etc, and now had a small angry crowd around us. There were only 7 of us, so we packed up our gear and left to a fair bit of jeering and ugliness.

In misguided retaliation, the bandleader started trashing the house we were staying at. The dope even put a fire extinguisher in the oven and set it on 'broil' (I removed it when he left the kitchen to smash something in another room). The sympathetic town spokesperson showed up to give us a half bottle of vodka and 30$ of his own money for gas.

On the long drive home, with very little cash, the car that was hauling the gear broke down. We had to leave our gear in a convenience store parking lot.

Then we went into the convenience store to shoplift some food. Embarrassing. [Of course the gear got ripped off and weeks later I had to pay $80 to get most of my gear back from a pawn shop - some things had apparently disappeared. At least I got (most of) my stuff back!]

Then we had to have the car fixed, which we couldn't pay for, so that was yet another unpleasant incident on our ill-fated tour.

Coda:

Got home later that day, tired and hungry, only to find my girlfriend had gone out for the afternoon and of course had locked the apartment. So I passed out in the grimy hallway holding on to my snare drum and cymbals with no money in my pocket, no food in my stomach, and no drum kit. Rock and roll! :haz:

but it was all worth it for the story you could tell us years later. :P

 

I was only in the band for 3 months but so much shit happened! I had just turned 19, and was impressed that these guys had an album out on CBS/whatever, so I hung in there longer than I should've.

 

-Filmed a promo spot for MuchMusic (anybody remember "Soul in the City"?). The bandleader showed up to the session 2.5 hours late (3 hours of donated studio time), coked out of his mind. We ran through the songs only realizing afterwards that the horns were out of tune so the recording was unusable. We were even outfitted by "Le Chateau"! :laughing guy:

 

-Played a gig where we had to rent a keyboard for whatever reason. Apparently bandleader did not pay for keyboard so dude showed up at an afternoon matinee to collect money or keyboard (fair enough). Bandleader blew his top and beat the f**k out of the keyboard-renter with a motorcycle helmet. Nice!

 

-Quickly discovered the bandleader's behavior was heavily influenced by crack. Was even kindly offered some near the end of my time in the band. Not my scene.

 

-At one gig, bandleader managed to forget who was behind the drums and introduced me as the ex-drummer - a well-known, older local who did not share the same skin pigmentation as me. What made this even more embarrassing was that the ex-drummer just happened to be in the audience.

 

-Bass player almost quit band before one gig due to bandleader bonking bass-player's girlfriend a few hours earlier (most likely in exchange for drugs). Keyboardist had to talk him out of it and defuse situation. Bass player was 16 years old so his girlfriend would've been around the same age. Bandleader was 34. Ew.

 

I was pretty much ready to quit before the ill-fated tour - which ended up being the icing on an already shitty cake. I got my drums out of hock, quit the band and found a job at the dockyards, and suddenly could afford food and albums again!

 

I still have an audio copy of the MuchMusic debacle. Wish I had the video, just to see those Le Chateau clothes.

 

http://i.imgur.com/s4Nb5.jpg

 

Wow. I can truthfully say I've NEVER been in a situation like that! Sorry, maaaan!

 

What, you mean being outfitted by Le Chateau? Yeah, that was odd for me too!

 

Just kidding - I know what you meant :P

 

Thanks, ORF. I'm glad to hear you never played in a drug-addled funk band! You're obviously not missing anything, other than these colourful "life-experience" stories!

:cheers:

[vaportrailer]

It seems I HAVE led a pretty sheltered life, ya know?

 

I don't believe you! I've read of your exploits in the 420 thread!

[OldRUSHfan]

Oh, suck it did! Due to the language barrier, only two of us knew what was going on at first, the other guys thought it was a joke.

It was 9pm, we were exhausted from the drive etc, and now had a small angry crowd around us. There were only 7 of us, so we packed up our gear and left to a fair bit of jeering and ugliness.

In misguided retaliation, the bandleader started trashing the house we were staying at. The dope even put a fire extinguisher in the oven and set it on 'broil' (I removed it when he left the kitchen to smash something in another room). The sympathetic town spokesperson showed up to give us a half bottle of vodka and 30$ of his own money for gas.

On the long drive home, with very little cash, the car that was hauling the gear broke down. We had to leave our gear in a convenience store parking lot.

Then we went into the convenience store to shoplift some food. Embarrassing. [Of course the gear got ripped off and weeks later I had to pay $80 to get most of my gear back from a pawn shop - some things had apparently disappeared. At least I got (most of) my stuff back!]

Then we had to have the car fixed, which we couldn't pay for, so that was yet another unpleasant incident on our ill-fated tour.

Coda:

Got home later that day, tired and hungry, only to find my girlfriend had gone out for the afternoon and of course had locked the apartment. So I passed out in the grimy hallway holding on to my snare drum and cymbals with no money in my pocket, no food in my stomach, and no drum kit. Rock and roll! :haz:

but it was all worth it for the story you could tell us years later. :P

 

I was only in the band for 3 months but so much shit happened! I had just turned 19, and was impressed that these guys had an album out on CBS/whatever, so I hung in there longer than I should've.

 

-Filmed a promo spot for MuchMusic (anybody remember "Soul in the City"?). The bandleader showed up to the session 2.5 hours late (3 hours of donated studio time), coked out of his mind. We ran through the songs only realizing afterwards that the horns were out of tune so the recording was unusable. We were even outfitted by "Le Chateau"! :laughing guy:

 

-Played a gig where we had to rent a keyboard for whatever reason. Apparently bandleader did not pay for keyboard so dude showed up at an afternoon matinee to collect money or keyboard (fair enough). Bandleader blew his top and beat the f**k out of the keyboard-renter with a motorcycle helmet. Nice!

 

-Quickly discovered the bandleader's behavior was heavily influenced by crack. Was even kindly offered some near the end of my time in the band. Not my scene.

 

-At one gig, bandleader managed to forget who was behind the drums and introduced me as the ex-drummer - a well-known, older local who did not share the same skin pigmentation as me. What made this even more embarrassing was that the ex-drummer just happened to be in the audience.

 

-Bass player almost quit band before one gig due to bandleader bonking bass-player's girlfriend a few hours earlier (most likely in exchange for drugs). Keyboardist had to talk him out of it and defuse situation. Bass player was 16 years old so his girlfriend would've been around the same age. Bandleader was 34. Ew.

 

I was pretty much ready to quit before the ill-fated tour - which ended up being the icing on an already shitty cake. I got my drums out of hock, quit the band and found a job at the dockyards, and suddenly could afford food and albums again!

 

I still have an audio copy of the MuchMusic debacle. Wish I had the video, just to see those Le Chateau clothes.

 

http://i.imgur.com/s4Nb5.jpg

 

Wow. I can truthfully say I've NEVER been in a situation like that! Sorry, maaaan!

 

What, you mean being outfitted by Le Chateau? Yeah, that was odd for me too!

 

Just kidding - I know what you meant :P

 

Thanks, ORF. I'm glad to hear you never played in a drug-addled funk band! You're obviously not missing anything, other than these colourful "life-experience" stories!

:cheers:

 

Actually, I joined a community led [by both of my former Band leaders from school] in a Swing/Big band type outfit, albeit with 2/3 of my octaplus plastic set....I had a burnt orange suit made of that stuff that would make noise when you walked in it...lol rather hot under those lights!