I will always have a fondness for bands. Three or four people come together to make music and pursue some semblance of a dream. This was true for me back in Moline when I was a kid, in Tempe during my 20s, and today with my Atlanta cohorts. Bandmates need each other to help achieve something aurally and professionally, and they need each other for the camaraderie along the way. My musician friends are my oldest friends. We know each other a little too well. We’ve been in practice rooms and backstage rooms and hotel rooms and vans and planes together. We like each other enough to forgive each other our faults.
Played bass in a band in Minneapolis in '89/'90. Placed an ad for a drummer. Set up some tryouts...one guy showed who didn't play drums, but everyone told him he 'should'. Needless to say, he didn't have a kit...but expected us to have one...he did NOT get the job.
Played bass in a band in Minneapolis in '89/'90. Placed an ad for a drummer. Set up some tryouts...one guy showed who didn't play drums, but everyone told him he 'should'. Needless to say, he didn't have a kit...but expected us to have one...he did NOT get the job.
Everyone told him he should! Ha! Well, maybe he *should* buy a damned drum set.
Love these cats. It's either that, or go crazy.
yeah...I wish I kept his name...I'd love to see if he ever did get a kit...!
I bet I know the answer to that question.