Here’s a dose of history...
My band once opened up for Great White at a biker festival. We get there for load-in and soundcheck and get called aside by the “local promoter.” Now, we were hired for the gig by Jagermeister, one of our sponsors. So essentially this guy has NOTHING to do with us, as the stage manager and front of house and monitor engineers were who we needed on our side for the night, and we always took care of those in a position to help us. Anyway, local promoter guy calls us all over in the back, and does it in a “Get em all here now!” kind of way. Not exactly relaxed, if you get the drift. So our guys and 2 crew guys meet him. He proceeds to deliver a soliloquy of “rules and regulations” to a seasoned batch of near 40 year old men who have all done extensive professional work. The “rules” he spoke of were all along the lines of “Do not talk to Great White, do not look at Great White, do not touch ANYTHING and most of all, do not take photos of Great White.” We’re all trying to contain snickers and giggles thru the whole thing and then when he finishes it’s about 3 LONG seconds of silence and I pipe up...”Gotcha Chief, don’t **** with Led Zeppelin, right-o!” and we all disperse as he stands there with his yapper almost on the floor. Next time I see him our drummer and I are sitting in the backstage tent with 3 of the guys from Great White. You could almost see his blood boil as we’re all looking at him and telling the GW guys the story. The hilarity of which continues on to this day...especially when I look at the pictures. :)