A bit off the topic, but this reminds me of some really strange gigs.
We were playing behind the bar at the Chug-A-Lug (no lie!) in Garden Grove, when a biker gang showed up and took over the place. They weren't Angels, they were the other big gang in LA, I can't remember the name. Their leader was a guy named "Fonzie" (also no lie!), and he was about 6'6/240 and quite mean looking. After a set, he and one of the gang approached me and said -
"Out back...now!"
I told my wife to stay put, and if I wasn't back in 5 minutes to drop a dime. They led me through the bar to the back alley. Things didn't look very good for our hero. As the back door slammed shut I turned to face this gnome-looking fellow with a big grin and a joint in his outstretched hand.
They said they really liked the music, blah, blah...
Once again, I was astounded by the power of prayer.