We had a really lousey drummer at one time. We had an equally lousey gig in an upstairs room above a local hotel. The stoned-out shitstain couldn't keep tempo to save his dick from a meat-grinder and it was pissing everyone else in the band off big time. After the suck-ass, low-paying gig we were breaking down and hauling the shit downstairs (no elevator, the low-rent shit hole) and the stoner tripped while carrying his cans down the stairs, he went head over heals, drums banging, cymbals crashing all the way down. Me and my bassplayer looked at eacth other and simultaneously said, "That's the best he's sounded all night!"