Well, the worst musical night I had in my life was when some jokers from this forum suggested I would like a particular club on a particular night. It turned out it was an 80th birthday party do for the retured dude who used to host the local country and western radio programme. Not at all to my taste. But if I'd liked country and western I'd probably have liked it.

But the worst club I ever went to no longer exists. In Chester in the early 70s there used to be a club called "the Mucky Duck". One sat in rows on school-type chairs and awaited the revelations from on high. Floor singers were supposed to phone in in advance and to do an audition in advance. For some years I used the experience to add a verse to "Martin said to his man"

"Sought folk at the Mucky Duck
Etc
"Seemed that I was out of luck".

Same year I met a bloke passing through Chester who was great. He'd stand up in a bar, and belt out a song in a huge but non-operatic voice, refuse to use the mic in amplified venues. I wonder what became of him. His name was Danny Dove. I think he was from Liverpool.