Oh man, I’m sure Gulfportdoc has stories to share.
Yeah, I could write a book.... well, at least a pamphlet..
One of the craziest guys I ever played with was guitarist Alex Snouffer (RIP) of Captain Beefheart and the Magic Band. He always carried a single barrel sawed-off shotgun with him, and usually a Derringer as well.
Beefheart played a gig a Winterland in San Francisco in the later '60s, and Arthur Brown was also on the bill. Arthur was pretty wild himself. Backstage Arthur said something to Alex which Alex took as an insult. Alex jumped up and pulled out his shotgun-- at which point Arthur took off out into the streets. Alex chased him for a few blocks, but Arthur was faster. Good job he was.
5 or 6 of us were sitting up all night playing blackjack and drinking in my room in a nice hotel in Manchester, England during a tour in 1973. We kept the room service waiter busy bringing us drinks all night, and we'd started out about half in the bag after getting back from the gig. Finally at about 7 A.M. he said he wasn't going to bring anymore drinks, and was going off shift. Alex jumped up to chase him, and I knew what was going to happen, so I chased after both of them. The hotel had a nice indoor pool, where the waiter was scrambling past, just about the time Alex caught up with him, and I caught with Alex. All I could think of was the headlines in the next day's papers: "Rock star mauls and attempts to drown hotel waiter"..!
I grabbed him from behind and lifted him up in the air (I'm 6'2", whereas Alex was only 5'6" or so. The waiter escaped, and I got Alex calmed down and back up to the poker game in the room. If I hadn't been so full of Scotch whiskey, I'd have had the shakes!