I played for a number of years in a country-rock band. We played very urban bars and bikers took a liking to our drug & whiskey influenced brand of country music with a vicious beat.

Our crowds and following used to get wasted, most of them happily and dance around as some of our songs built to a wild frenzy.

Many times it got fairly wild, but you just keep playing! Kind of like those old westerns where everyone is drunk and fighting in the saloon but the piano player doesn't miss a beat.

Here is a true story. In this biker bar where we played regularly, the bar owner's wife was a tall, sultry blond. The place was packed as we are doing some rocking outlaw type of song and this street guy apparently has his schlong out and is rubbing it against her ass in her tight jeans. Finally someone realizes what is going on and 3 bikers literally hoist this guy up in the air and throw him physically against a parked car outside the entrance. We could see the whole thing, but kept on playing.

"Are you sure Hank did it this a way?"
"Did old Hank really do it this a way/"