Swearing at Motorists, Swearing at Patrons

Swearing at Motorists played this club in Dayton. Near the beginning of their set, Dave Doughman noticed a guy walk through the door. He recognized the dude and stopped playing.

Doughman proclaimed that the guy had to leave or he wouldn't play. It turns out this guy was dating Doughman's ex-girlfriend.

Without warning, Doughman leaped off the stage and chased the guy out of the venue.

Eventually, Doughman returned to play his set.


Anonymous said...

wow, i had almost forgotten about that story... except, sorry, but i have to set you straight on a few details... the club was a sold out Canal Street Tavern, it must have been 2001 or 2002, because we couldn't get more than 50 people in the room until after we signed to Secretly Canadian... i did not notice this guy walk through the door, nor did i know who he was. and in fact he was not dating an ex-girlfriend, but stalking her (which i was only later told). what happened is:
we had started a song, when a beer bottle came flying through the crowd, just missing my head, but hitting the headstock of my guitar and knocking it out of tune. i stopped playing and started yelling "Who threw the fucking bottle?"
"you got something to say, come say it to my face, don't throw things you fucking coward!"
"Who threw the fucking bottle?" "come up here right now!" so as i am yelling this, some friends and fans who saw this idiot throw the bottle start pushing him from behind, towards the stage. as he
"arrived" at the stage, i resisted the urge to punch him in the face, and instead bent down and calmly asked him why he threw the bottle.
his answer was something like " She loved you, why do you hurt her?" that's when i offered him his money back and asked him to leave. he would not take my money, but started towards the door, yelling threats and more nonsense about my ex-girlfriend. that is when i ran across the table tops after him, knocking over everyone's drinks...
my good friends Rod Boggs and Tom Byrne stopped me from following him out the front door, but once i had returned to the stage, they ran after him, chasing after his car on foot, until he stopped in the middle of 3rd Street, and pulled "something" out of the glove compartment. they then decided maybe it was best to go back inside before he could get out of his car. we later heard he was riding around town, saying he was going to shoot me, but obviously he didn't want to shoot me too badly, as he never came to the after show party...
but, anyway, thanks for jogging my memory...

comoprozac said...

Um, that's awesome! This was actually not my story. My brother was there. It sort of morphed over the years and I forgot most of the details. Of course, I never knew the whole thing.

I appreciate you setting me straight. I'm a big fan. (Cliched, I know.)

I once wrote about how much I love Swearing at Motorists on my other blog here. Thanks again.