Anyone have a personal Anton story they want to share?

ran into him in Iceland at Kaffebarrin where he DJ's when he's over there, started screaming and ranting at my British friends for no reason.. it was quite amusing if not scary.. especially when he started showing off his SS dagger tattoo !!!!anyone know whats up with that ???

shame.. he does some good music..

"If the milk turns out to be sour, I ain't the kinda pussy to drink it." -Mr Rory Breaker

I so him play on Roskilde Festival last year, he told everyone in the audience that they where losers. He also sang the line "I'm on the same *beep* I'm on the same stuff, that killed River Phoenix."

He is living in Iceland now I think. He is beginning to dig a band that my friends are in (http://www.myspace.com/suddenweatherchange), but I have heard that he is the same old Anton. He has threaten to beat up a member of the band because he interrupt him while he was talking to the bass player off the band. All the gossip I hear of him hear in Iceland is that if you say something bad to him or about him he will attack you or at least jell at you.

Also I know he loves the band Jakobinarína(http://www.myspace.com/jakobinarina).

i know a guy who was in a band that opened for them in some club in new york a couple of years ago, and i guess the owner of the club wanted everyone on the bill to sign one of the full size ads they had made for the show, so the singer from the band goes and gets everyones sig but antons, when he finally found anton he was outside trying to get two very underaged girls (they were like fifteen) into the bar and the bouncer was having no part in it, the singer tapped anton on the shoulder and got brushed off for like five min while anton argued with this bouncer saying things like do you know who the *beep* i am and *beep* like that, and when he realized he wasnt getting anywhere anton turned around angrily grabbed the poster signed it and left the guy with this jem of a quote, "theyre serving ice cream cones in hell".

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When I lived in Atlanta, I was psyched to see BJM. I saw Anton walking down the street and my friend and I spoke to him for a few minutes. He was pretty drunk. He looked malnourished and scrawny; I would say he was about 5'10" and 140#. The owner of the club later told me that Anton had been drinking double-Stoly greyhounds since about 11:00 a.m.

The show was more extreme than anything featured in Dig!. For the 2.5 hour set they managed 7 songs. The rest of it was Anton's usual gibberish. Of course, everything in the world and all that was wrong in his life was somebody else's fault and he took no personal responsibility for anything. He lectured us about leadership, politics and other subjects he apparently knows nothing about. He really just sounded like a pathetic alcoholic waxing grandiose in his Laz-E-Boy recliner.

As far as his fights go: he picks his moments opportunistically and almost never strikes anyone who would be a serious challenge. In a real fight, Anton couldn't even kick his own @$$.

I e-mailed Anton later and demanded my $10 back. We had an e-mail war for about a year. At one point their agent and some rep from a record company started e-mailing me telling me that I was badly upsetting Anton. I replied that he was an adult who should be capable of controlling his emotions.

I've met him once, after a show at KB, Malmoe, Sweden. I didn't even see the show, just wen't there for the afterparty.
I came, went backstage, saw Anton surfing on an ironing board and sat myself on the toilet. After 10 minutes of banging on the door from the band and other partygoers I had stunk up the place enough and went home.
Oh, what a night to remember.