slack mammoth says:
Go on then, what's the stupidest promoter everyone's dealt with?
I'd say it was the goon who put us on with Alunah, Spearhead and Scythian in Reading. He didn't turn up until 8:30pm, and the only response to all my calls and texts the week before was that he was bringing the drums. Which meant that the bands couldn't get set up while we waited for him to arrive.
There was water coming down from the ceiling onto the stage, which meant the mic wasn't too fun to be near. He was meant to be handling sound (just the vocals and drums, as the PA was tiny), but when the mics started feeding back, I had to call him over from having a laugh with his mates at the bar to turn the levels down on the desk.
Since we were on first and didn't go on until 9pm, everyone assumed there was a late license. There wasn't. Spearhead got the plug pulled after a couple of songs because the venue was closing. Bar staff were putting chairs on tables as they were playing.
The bloke then ran over to them, applauding and going, "Fucking great set, lads! We'll have to get you back again!"
Was his name Wayne?! Wayne Kerr?!