Joe Bfstplk
Axe-Master
Get out of my head.I have zero interest in playing live anymore. Trying to find dedicated, non-egomaniac band members who actually learn the songs and have the gear is more stress than its worth. Also, I'm 50. No local band that does original music is going to be interested in someone my age. At best, I'd hook up with some dad rock band that does 70s, 80s and 90s covers. Woohoo, I can get up on stage with a bunch of over-the-hill geezers and muddle through "Pour Some Sugar On Me" at some run-down dive where the owner doesn't want to pay and the audience is a bunch of drunk grandmas and grandpas still trying to fit into spandex and wearing the same denim jackets they wore in 1988. No thanks.
This. Every day and twice on Sundays. Uphill. Both ways....
I got out in '99 when the band I was playing with lost its one regular paying gig, after having put up with a raging psychopath of a band leader who threatened to break all my fingers so I would never be able to play again simply because I requested to use one of his microphones to troubleshoot the bassist's mic cutting out (running the PA system for the vocals was my job).