Hmmm... dunno if I've got a worst story, and don't remember if I've shared this one before or not, but back when I was growing up, people told me that to be a "real" drummer, I had to be able to play In-a-Gadda-da-vida, by Iron Butterfly. I dutifully picked up an album, and was eventually able to play all seventeen minutes of it. Yep, one whole side... one song.
Well, one night in my early 20s, I came home from an evening out feeling pretty good about things in general. Suddenly, it occured to me that I could play it sober... but what about drunk?
I proceeded to find out, on my drumset in my room in the basement. About three minutes later, I looked up to see my dad in the doorway. I took off my headphones, and he asked me what in the he!! I was doing. I answered that I was playing the drums, and he responded that I was NOT going to be doing it at three in the morning
I then went to bed.
Nothing was ever said of it, but I didn't do it again [img]smile.gif[/img]