I think it was the eighties. i was in a showband, doing disco music, feel free to laugh, and some of our favourite pop. We threw in a few ABBA songs for good measure. We got to a gig, in Wales, a few hundred milesaway from home, the organiser digested that the band was a six-piece with TWO female singers, and seemed happy. Little was I to know, that the agent had booked us in as a 'Tribute to ABBA' and the organiser thought he was seing Anna and Agnetha. They were stony-faced during our warm up numbers, so we hit them with THE SONG THAT NEVER FAILS. They were stony faced, and someone shouted out for ABBA. We gave them the two ABBa songs that we did and the audience were demented, clapping and singing along. Having reached the end of our ABBA stuff, we went on with something else, telling them that's all we knew. The organiser then marched on stage and thrust the TRIBUTE TO ABBA poster someone had made right in our faces. The audience booed and threw things, (or did I just make that up...it was probably 2 crisp bags and a beer mat, nothing serious like glasses...) We were thrown out, not paid, and to cap it all the van key broke in the ignition and there we were, stuck, three hundred miles from home in a Welsh village with only a few sympathetic sheep for company. BAAA.After that, we always talked very carefully to agents about what they were saying about us...
and then we played Dartmoor Prison....