I used to gig quite a bit in the 70's and 80's. I majored in music on trumpet and worked with a jazz quintet. We had a regular gig one summer in a restaurant/bar in the northwest part of Conn. We played three nights a week. There was a patron who was always there and was always drunk and obnoxious. I think he may have been a part time bartender there. The manager was a total asshole who did nothing to keep this fool in line. He would grab waitresses and drag them out to dance and would swing his arms wildly. One evening he pulled his usual act and was dancing way to close to the bandstand. Our bass player played upright and electric. He had a beautiful upright bass that was worth 20 grand back then. On this particular song he was playing electric and this fool almost fell on his upright. Charlie our bassist took his electric and nailed the guy real hard in the ribs with the tuning pegs. He never danced anywhere near the bandstand again for the rest of the summer.
