I have a college band memory that always takes me back. We played frequently at a bar in central WI called "The Free Spirit". The Free Spirit was a rough club; two nights per week they had bands and 5 nights per week they had strippers. Anything to keep drinkers in that club. Our bass player loved to move. He could move like Flea from the Red Hot Chili Peppers. Here's a big problem for him. The stripper pole was over on his side of the stage. He would be rocking out and he'd smack the stripper pole with his P-Bass. We'd hear "Clank" followed by Eric screaming a vulger swear word. I felt bad for his P-Bass but the clank followed by selective swear words was very funny. Another The Free Spirit story..........they had these nasty dirty 7 foot fake palm trees that they would pull out and line the stage for the naked lady dancers. I guess it was sexy. The trees were pulled off stage for bands. Our lead guitsr player was like Francis on Stripes (the movie). You never touched his stuff. "Any of yoz guys touch my stuff, and I'll kill you". One gig he was particularily cranky and after second set he went out in the parking lot with a very pretty girl. Eric (the bass player) and I dragged all the fake palm trees out around his full stack. From the crowd you couldn't even see his amp. We called the guitar back in when we needed to get on stage. He strapped his explored on the the break room and we all walked out on stage. He looked like he wanted to kill me and Eric onstage. Oh my lord it was so funny. Rock and roll in the neighborhood strip club. Good times. Yep, good times. Funny gig stories?