I remember the skit, Michael; one says, "You know the other night I was stapling bologna to my tongue ya know, and I tied the bologna to an anvil and threw it off the roof ... ooo I hate when that happens!"
The guys in the skit were retelling tales of woe, but woe that was self-induced! Are you suggesting Michael, that our gigs from hell are our own fault? Are we all gluttons for punishment? We know the dangers of accepting gigs under odd circumstances, and yet the ever optimistic performer in us makes/i> us take the chance anyway .. and so we are responsible for our own gigs from hell? Hmmmm ... there may be something to that!