toomanycats wrote: ↑Wed Jun 09, 2021 7:44 am
It all sounds familiar to me. There's definitely been some drama with my band situation(s) of late.
Over the last few months there was a major shake up that occurred in what had been my "main thing." A long time member quit, after which the band immediately reformed and relaunched. That thing crashed upon on take-off, with our long time bass player quitting after the first gig. We've soldiered on with a series of substitute members for the last half dozen gigs. Our shows have taken on almost a jam night feel, though I mean this in a good way, as we've been fortunate to attract very good players to fill the breach. We just auditioned another bass player last night and I really liked this guy's steadiness and tone.
For my part, I've figured out what I had to do about the fact that I'm more serious than everyone else I'm playing with, and the solution was to be in five bands. It can be a bit of a juggling act, but now I never worry about sitting idle, not having any gigs booked, or not having fresh new material to learn. I'm happy when I'm gigging most every night, and I'm fortunate that my particular situation affords me that freedom.
I'm familiar with the things @nomadh mentions that interfere with band members being committed and serious. Jobs, family, and so on can place restrictions on most anybody. But when playing with boomers a whole other set of obstacles has to be hurdled. Now please don't anybody here get mad at me for the mini rant I'm about to unleash, because I love you boomers, most all my idols come from your generation, and many a time I've sung your high praises on this very forum. It's just a fact that most of my band drama and gripes about particular people I play with have to do with them doing typical aging boomer stuff.
For instance . . .
What is this preoccupation with eating food during a show? I recently played with a guy who ordered a pizza before the first set, then two songs in stopped the show, walked off the stage, and took ten minutes to eat it while everyone waited.
I don't need to know about your prostate, ever. Too much information.
Instead of telling me about all your grandkids, how about showing me that you've got down all the songs we agreed to learn.
"What?" "Huh?' "What?" . . . Will you please turn up your hearing aid grandpa, I'm trying to talk to you.
If it is at all possible, please don't act like you're dozing off during a song, with eyes closed, head lolling, body slumped. You've got to be careful if you let them sit in a chair, because it's like putting a baby in a rocker.
God do I hate the binders and cue cards. Can't you remember the lyrics to "Hey Joe"? I mean, you've only sung it 2,764 times in your life.
Like I said, please don't be mad, I love you guys, I know that every day I get one step closer to being "old" myself . . . but I'm just saying.