Badly Drawn Boy At The Troubadour Last Night
[NEW UPDATE, 12/21/2010: Badly Drawn Boy Finally Apologizes to LA Audience for Troubadour Meltdown.]
[UPDATE: Fans tried to get a refund from the Troubadour. This is the reply they got.]
[For a blow-by-blow, real-time account of Badly Drawn Boy's meltdown (including audience members' first-hand reports), see "Badly Drawn Boy Has Bizarre Meltdown During Troubadour Show, Leaves after C-Word Rant, Returns to Whine about Everything".]
Badly Drawn Boy
December 16, 2010
Just got home from the craziest show I've ever seen in my life.
As was reported earlier Badly Drawn Boy, otherwise known as Damon Gough, completely lost his mind on stage at the Troubadour. Performing in front of a packed house, the singer arrived on stage in his signature woolen hat with guitar in hand and began his first number. Almost immediately things began to go wrong.
He accused the sound of being "swampy" and being unable to hear his vocals. "I'm never playing here again!" he announced angrily. "If I'm playing in LA, it won't be at the Troubadour." It was around here that things began to spiral out of control.
I think the worst part was that the crowd was trying to be supportive. "We can hear you just fine, mate," yelled one fan. "Sure, it sounds good for you! You've got these speakers. All I've got are these fucking monitors and I can't hear myself." Gough answered.
Then he'd begin a song and stop and yell "I just can't do it! I can't even do it!" and then start again. He then began whining about the guitar, the monitors, the lighting, the crowd, and finally the sound guy, Steve. It got so bad that even a hardened security guard muttered "What a fucking asshole."
Whenever words of encouragement floated over the crowd Gough would yell, "Shut up! Otherwise I'll get off the stage all together! I'm going to ruin my career tonight! I don't give a fuck. I want to go home to my kids." As if playing songs for your adoring fans was some kind of terrible burden... One poor lady who screamed "You sound great!" and got a torrent of abuse in return. "Shut up, you stupid bitch!" Gough glowered. Every song would stop and then start again and then stop.