For some reason I'm picturing this scenario in my head:
St. Jeff in a big wing chair by a fireplace. On the floor in front of him are an assortment of pajama'd Nutters eagerly awaiting their favorite bedtime stories.
"Would you like to hear about the time the Jack Daniels bottle smashed thru both snare heads and then split the bass drum head Little Nutters?," said St. Jeff to a sea of saucer-eyed head nodders.
"Yes, please St. Jeff!"
Seriously, though, it's a good thing the glass continued its path towards the bass drum and not Stewart!
(Although something tells me he might have continued to play if it had