I went to see Tricky performing Maxinquaye in Bristol a couple of years back.
I should have known it wasn't going to be great as Tricky has zero interest in that album and doesn't like playing in Bristol.
When the stage doors opened the smell of weed was over powering, and I was about 40' away. All his hangers-on crammed themselves at the side of the stage and proceeded to piss about. Every now and again Tricky would wander over and join in, even if it meant missing whole verses out.
The backing band were pretty awesome and when Tricky was into it, it was fantastic. He'd rearrange the song on the fly, signalling to the band to either slow things down or speed things up.
But Tricky got so bored with the whole thing he decided to get some of the crowd on stage to dance about for a whole song and then he got his nephew to improvise some awful rap for another song while he disappeared for a smoke.
Oh, and a couple of times Martina Topley-Bird [font=sans-serif][color=#252525]got so fed up she'd walk off stage and would have to be persuaded to come back [/color][/font]