I once sang in a band where the bass player, who never practised and often imbibed a six pack or two too many, usually found at least six or seven occasions during a gig where he'd discover that he'd lost his way. Ever the consummate professional, he'd attempt to subtely cover up his mistake by breaking into an impromptu version of The Cure's "Love Cats". How evil is that?

Or if two bites at the cherry ain't frowned upon...

What about the singer/guitarist that played with the same band before I joined. He was a nice chap but straight as something that's incredibly straight. He spent the whole of the set up time at the first paid gig they fronted for explaining to the rest of the guys that they had to be professional and that it'd probably a good idea if they took it easy on the alcohol consumption until after their spot was complete. The punters probably thought it was just a bit of a shambles, but those of us that witnessed the above were rolling in the aisles when his glass of water that he'd ceremoniously placed atop his amp, managed to topple over and short the amp during the second song....good times.

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