I used to work in a restaurant located in a nice downtown hotel. Tangerine Dream were one of many bands who stayed there. I “met” the lead singer, so to speak, when he came into the restaurant and pitched a fit because he arrived almost 2 hours after breakfast – we were shortly to open for lunch – and he was pissed that he couldn’t get what he wanted to eat. He called me little b$tch or something close to it (I was in shock because I’d been excruciatingly polite to him). He was a complete a$$hole.

I’ve refused to listed to their music since.