I got a quick little story for you. It had to be a dozen or so years ago. I'm listening to the rock station at work, they mention Stephen Stills and friends are playing tonight in a club in Roseville where I live. I'm thinking what club, this town dont have no clubs he would play at. Come to find out it was about a mile from my house, I drove there after work, sure enough he is on the marqee. I come back later that night, get a ticket. Now there could'nt have been 50 people in that place. He comes out, it is him,a drummer, bass and a keyboard player who sung like a brother! Just blew the doors off this little joint, but he only played 45 minutes. He would start into a song and stop, just tore in to the mixer, I mean dropping f-bombs left and right. I'm thinking damn it dont sound that bad just play! Finally he finishes this one song, drops a f-bomb on us and walks out. People were booing big time, we are all looking at each other like he is just kidding right! He wasnt. I havn't seen him since.
Shred