RitchieDarling
Well-known member
Prescott, Arizona has got to be the very worst town in America for musicians.
Unless you are a middle aged white guy who thinks he's the next Muddy Waters, or a guitar player who thinks he is Stevie Ray reincarnated, there is simply no one for you to play with.
Bass players are expected to stand in the back, play only root notes, turn WAY down, and wear drab clothing if possible.
And if you hold a bass, don't even DARE to try to sing.
It is depressing.
My drummer friend Scott and I have been after a guitarist for three years now.
No luck.
We get loads of offers to play in bands.
But only blues bands.
Or we get a guitarist who comes in and starts barking at us like a DI.
That usually lasts about 30 seconds.
This weekend we sat in the garage and waited for 4 hours for a guy who never even showed up!
Talked to him on Wednesday last week. Everything was fine for Sunday.
Then talked again on Friday. Everything was fine for Sunday.
I emailed him a map on Saturday so he would know how to get there.
So, Sunday lunchtime, and ...... nothing....
Called his cell. Nothing.
Sent a text message. Nothing.
Called his house. Nothing.
I've been dealing with this sort of thing here for ten years.
I give up.
Ok, I'm done ranting now.
Ritchie
Unless you are a middle aged white guy who thinks he's the next Muddy Waters, or a guitar player who thinks he is Stevie Ray reincarnated, there is simply no one for you to play with.
Bass players are expected to stand in the back, play only root notes, turn WAY down, and wear drab clothing if possible.
And if you hold a bass, don't even DARE to try to sing.
It is depressing.
My drummer friend Scott and I have been after a guitarist for three years now.
No luck.
We get loads of offers to play in bands.
But only blues bands.
Or we get a guitarist who comes in and starts barking at us like a DI.
That usually lasts about 30 seconds.
This weekend we sat in the garage and waited for 4 hours for a guy who never even showed up!
Talked to him on Wednesday last week. Everything was fine for Sunday.
Then talked again on Friday. Everything was fine for Sunday.
I emailed him a map on Saturday so he would know how to get there.
So, Sunday lunchtime, and ...... nothing....
Called his cell. Nothing.
Sent a text message. Nothing.
Called his house. Nothing.
I've been dealing with this sort of thing here for ten years.
I give up.
Ok, I'm done ranting now.
Ritchie