My bass player, and supposed best friend, of twelve years just quit the band. I can't just replace him, because it'll never be the same. We were a power trio, in the style of King's X and Rush, blended with a bit of a George Lynch feel. Melodic hard rock with brains. Well, not a LOT of brains, but...
I just feel like quitting, and getting out of this big stupid game. I'm sick of having to play showcases with Screamo/Emo bands, that scream at the top of their lungs about how their Mommy didn't love them, or some such garbage. Actually, I'm pretty sick of "singers" that don't actually SING. I'm sick of trendy fake arseholes, that change their style as often as I change my underwear, just so they can stay hip.(I'd rather fail doing what I love) I'm sick of club owners ripping me off. I'm sick of bandmates girlfriends. I'm sick of being at a ROCK show, and being the only guy with long hair(WTF?!). I'm sick of being the only member of the band that actually takes care of business. I'm sick of certain dishonest people who steal the bands money because they are too lazy to get an EFFING JOB, and claim that they don't know what happened to it, or it was put in the gas tank when I KNOW it wasn't. If I could have just caught him in the act...
Basically, I'm fed the F up with it ALL. I don't even feel like looking at my guitar right now.
You know what though? It's in my blood, and I can't quit. My wife would kill me, anyway. She knows that I'm a miserable SOB, when I'm not out there. Hell, I don't even know how to do anything else. I don't even know how to change the oil in my own freaking car! My whole life has been about one thing, and that's music. (Well, okay, I do like curvy girls big boobies, too
Hell, if anyone is from/around the Youngstown/Warren Ohio area, I need a bass player, and I'd like to find a good lead singer, to take some of the pressure off of me. I need some fresh blood to feed off of. There's something I forgot to put on my "things I'm sick of" list- I'm sick of playing with uninspired, creatively dead "musicians"(or at least they think they're musicians).
Sorry for the long post, but I needed to vent a little. I get to go cut things up with a chainsaw when I get home, so maybe that'll be therapeutic.