True story: My uncle saw him preform in NYC in 1990with a bunch of work buddies. They didn't care for the preformance and went to the bar, causing GG Allin to stop the preformance and yell "You think you're too good to listen?" My uncle turned aroun and promptly got smacked in the face with a turd GG allin dropped onstage. According to the bar owners, this was a regular occurance with GG.
I saw GG perform in a suburban basement in Willimantic, CT. He tried to fuck a dead cat, got his ass beat after shoving a jockish guy about four inches taller than him, and in general put on yet another awful-yet-fascinating GG Allin show.
I tried out for the Murder Junkies after he died. Didn't get in, but my parents were awfully proud of me for giving it a try.