Bear in mind that no band lasts forever
i'd settle for making it to one performance in front of at least 2 living bodies not connected to the band.
to find an existing band that is already out working and only needs to replace their bass player.
this close to the holidays the best i think i can hope for is for someone else's bass player to be hit by a truck just at the same time i'm updating my bandmix profile. tomorrow, that is.
Band’s are like marriages, except with 4 or 5 people
including the part where ya pull up to the house and all yer stuff's piled on the front lawn. that's how i left band #1.
just got back from getting my gear from the drummer's house. i think maybe one word passed between us. both my rotator cuffs are flaking out on me, elsewise violence may have ensued. as it is, i'm not sure i could fight my way out of a wet paper bag these days, so i'm keeping my temper in check. barely.
that being said, somehow my music stand wound up taking out a huge chunk of the ballister on the stairway on the way out to my car. still not sure how that happened. big enuff that it left a skid mark on the stand. kind of a passive-aggressive virtual middle finger from mr. BeenDown that somebody's wife will find later on when she's sprucing up the practice room. she already didn't like me 'cause i busted a sweat when i played and i always smelled like dope.