HecklesForget the drunk bloke at the back yelling incoherent nonsense. Sometimes a well placed heckle can raise a mediocre act to a brilliant night out.
Tell us your best heckles and, if you are brave, the retorts that put you back in your place like the maggot you are.
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chthonic, Thu 6 Apr 2006, 13:13)
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Earlier League of GentlemenBack in about 1981 we were Bowie, King Crimson, Eno, Robert Fripp fans. For those that don't know, Fripp had a band called 'The League of Gentlemen' that played 'Frippertronics', fancy guitar bits played into looped tape machines etc.
Anyway, we went to see them somewhere, might have been Dingwall's in Camden Town and they were OK, but not great, Fripp and three other musicians including a female bass player. In the pause between two songs, some drunk shouts out:
"Fripp, you're a f*cking c*unt!"
which he ignores and counts them into the next track. Four minutes or so later, song ends and Fripp causually says into the mike:
"Actually, I'm the prick, the c*nt is to my left" - cue the bassist looking very shocked and turning beetroot. Quick as a flash, heckler comes back with:
"I bet you were thinking that up all through the last song"
Fripp didn't rise this time, he knew when he was beaten.
(, Thu 6 Apr 2006, 16:14, Reply)
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