I was once playing an arena gig in Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada. Playing solo but opening up for a big Canadian band, Lighthouse. As I played, I kept on getting hit in the face with something thrown from the crowd. Over and over. But with the lights in my eyes, I couldn't see what it was they were chucking at me. I just thought, "Boy, I really must suck".
At the end of the show, the lights dimmed. I looked down and there was a pile of marijuana joints at my feet. Well, it was a more liberal time, eh?
No, don't even ask.