In the rock arena, one of the worst concerts I saw was at the famous Marquee club in London in 1975. The group Strider played. They were loud, I didn't think the guitarist could play, but he did spit on the ceiling a lot. I wondered how I let myself be dragged out to this. A couple years later a friend got some free passes in Chicago to see a triple bill of The Fabulous Poodles, The Godz, and The Ramones. The Godz bass player was slugging down southern comfort and slurring his speech by the end of the night. A bunch of drunken children (to borrow a phrase from Rosalie Sorrels) amused themselves by throwing beer cups at the band. I don't know why a bad biker type band was booked with two new wave bands. But, I didn't feel sorry for them, they were so bad.