[offtopic]Originally Posted by AntiochusIII
We had an agent who managed us and booked our gigs. At one of our highest paying gigs at a club called Clancey's in Tempe, Arizona, the owner asked if we would play some "harder" tunes to compliment our edgy new wave (by "edgy" I mean we did tunes like Sex by Berlin, and Never Say Never by Romeo Void ("I might like you better if we slept together ..."). Arizonans like their music a bit harder (KK Downing and Rob Halford hung out at this particular club from time to time back then).
We (the band members) were willing, but she was not. He insisted. She refused. He called our agent and said we wouldn't be back if we didn't comply. Our agent said he'd speak with her about it. She got pissed, insulted the manager publicly from the stage, and wrote insulting comments on the band room wall with her lipstick on our last night that fateful week. Needless to say, the club dropped us. We, and especially our agent who made LOTS of money booking us and five other bands, were very upset about this.
Another band he managed was also having personnel problems, and their guitar player and singer were quite good. We had a two month gig in Anchorage, Alaska, coming up (Chilkoot Charlie's anyone?), which paid a lot. So, we played it off like everything was fine, went to Alaska, and partied our arses off. The troublesome singer and her kind of boyfriend guitar player were mad because the trip was supposed to be a "woodshacking" opportunity--a chance to write some more of our own tunes and practice up. We just partied and partied and partied ... it was rockin' fun.
When we got back, she called a meeting with our agent present. She said that the reason we were being called out on the carpet was because we just wasted two months of excellent woodshack time. It was a pleasure to smile and quietly say, "No, actually, the reason we are having this meeting is to let you and M*** know that you are fired, because of what happened in Phoenix, and the constant inharmony the two of you bring into the band." She was flabbergasted and furious, as was her cling-on M***.
We had given the other singer and guitar player a songlist and tapes before we left for Alaska. We were back on the road in our new incarnation as a rough and tumble rock band within two weeks. The two that were trouble never surfaced on our particular club circuit again.
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EDIT: typos, spelling
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