Our worst time we had, we were an L.A. band called Chair. A club owner from St. Petersburg hired us to play at his place and promised us lodging. The lodging turned out to be the utility room at the club with 4 cots in it. 2000 flippin' miles we traveled for that.
The worst time, in my opinion, is when we go out to play a show, and the crowd is as still as statues, or extremely talkative. The sad thing is that it happens frequently. I once felt compelled to yell out "Shut up, so we can play the damn song" ..
Yea, that's my party pooper.