Charlie Watts; drummer for the Stones….
“The final straw was Jagger’s unscheduled wake-up call to Watts during a band meeting in Amsterdam in October 1984. Richards and Jagger had gone out boozing, returning to Richard’s room at five in the morning. Watts was fast asleep. Nevertheless, Jagger dialed his room, bawling “Is that my drummer? Why don’t you get your arse down here?”
Watts reportedly got up, shaved, got dressed in a custom-made Savile Row suit, put on a crisply knotted tie and freshly shined shoes, came downstairs, and-in Richards’ words-”dished him out a great fucking right hook.” Jagger was knocked into a plate of smoked salmon, and Richards had to grab his leg to prevent him from sliding along the table, out the open window and into a canal 20 stories below. “Don’t ever call me ‘your drummer’ again,” Watts told Jagger. “You’re my fucking singer.” — source unknown