My band was set to play a show at a hall in Hicksville. This was not an important show and therefore it was just an excuse to get together and play music. Unfortunately, not everyone felt the same way. My guitar player Drew was unable to attend the show due to restraints with school. No big deal. We were just going to play the show without him. Or so I thought. Throughout most of the day, I was on the phone with either my singer Jimmy, my drummer Mark or my other guitar player Dutch. Not everyone felt the show was worth playing and for some reason made a very big deal out of nothing. Personally, I don't care if the show is big or small, with full band or just a few people, I will look for any excuse to get on stage to perform. Its what I live for. Nothing gets me more high then the rush I get from playing music.
After all the nonsense was done and we got all available members to the show, things seemed to be shaping up. Things did not shape up for long. The real problems came more or less towards the end of the show, when we were set to perform. I walked up on stage to set up my equipment and was very stoked to play for a fairly decent sized crowd. Another band comes up and tells me that my band is not performing yet. I was confused because we were literally just announced to play next. I told them that I had to get a 17 year old girl home by 10. This was no fabrication. They assured me they would play a quick set.
An hour later and the front man of this particular band had the nerve to ask how much time they had left in their set. Needless to say I was furious. They played one more song and then left the venue and took most of the crowd. This did not deter me from trying to have a good time. I did not mind playing in front of just my friends. What irritated me more than anything is that even after all the garbage I put up with; from getting all the available members to show up, to dealing with the antics of an immature band, our set was cut short. At that point, I grabbed my stuff and the girl, packed my car to the brim, and did 90 the entire way on the Northern State to get this girl home at 11:30, an hour and a half after she was supposed to be home.
Yesterday, I read my old friend's and old guitar player's, Matt Villani, blog. He wrote about how when he was 16, everyone in the scene was in it for everyone. Now everyone is in it for themselves. I could not agree with him more.
These dark times the scene has found themselves in show no sign of letting up and it is kind of killing me inside.
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