Not recently, but I suffered about five minutes of a John Miles gig once...
(remember him? Had a bit of a hit in the 70's with the dirge "Music was my first love" - and he seemed to enjoy hurting the one he loved).
Anyway, some genius 'impresario' had booked him as support to Robin Trower.
I feel I gave the shit-fest that was Miles a fair hearing, but soon the rising bile was burning the back of my throat so I sought sanctuary in the theatre bar - which was rammed!
In fact, the party got so boisterous that the management threatened to stop serving. Apparently, the noise was drowning miserable Miles out and upsetting his fan.
(minimalist ..., Fri 26 Jul 2013, 23:57, Reply)