Come on, there must be loads more tales of woe.
Not so much traumatic but definitely weird - I was asked to DJ at the launch of a Sky TV channel at a time when I was doing quite a few corporate gigs for reasonable cash. Jolie Richardson was there along with lots of Sky executives in suits and the standard gaggle of young and posh coked up TV producer types. I think it was at some art gallery in Kensington.
Myself and a quite well known (at the time) record producer were being paid hundreds of pounds just to play background music basically. It was great, I did two hours of chill out Balearic stuff and all was going well. Imagine a polite cocktail party vibe.
My co-DJ had other ideas though and after way too much bugle and an MDMA bomb he decided it would be a great idea to suddenly play, bizarrely, Flesh by A Split Second really, really loudly. Everyone stopped chatting and looked at the DJ booth on stage at my mate, hands in the air, sweating like Jimmy Savile in a morgue, chops gurning. I will always remember the look on Jolie Richardson’s face - total bemusement.
He then proceeded to play a succession of banging Balearic classics, completely clearing the room and killing the whole launch party dead. The people who hired us were really pissed off and threatening not to pay, asking him to put something else on, all to no avail.
At the time he was a pretty successful music industry type with loads of money and no fucks to give. Quite impressive in a way but also the whole thing was really uncomfortable. I think that was the last corporate gig I ever did.
He lives in the Balearic Islands now and is married to an ex model.