You Really Got Me
I was once in a tribute band, in Germany, for a certain 1960's group. (Hint in title)

Our rhythm guitarist could barely play guitar - he auditioned as a singer and proved to be deaf in one ear and sang with a lisp. Singing songs about sunsets over London stations in a voice like Marlene Dietrich just doesn't work.

I helped the rhythm guitarist learn to play a bit better, and helped him buy a decent guitar, but to be frank we might as well not have had him there, for all the use he was. It turned out he was using every chance available to try and stab me in the back and get the vocalist job.

I won't mention the long litany of snide remarks and deliberate sabotage, but finally he got chucked out by the others when gave them the ultimatum that he should sing or he'd leave. They tried him on two numbers, and he was crap, so he was out. Then the drummer was diagnosed with cancer, so the band temporarily folded, until he was diagnosed cancer-free. I then helped him start to get the band back on it's feet, paid a share of the rehearsal room etc. and he brought in two mates to play in the band.

Next thing I know the drummer says he wants to play blues, and kicks me out, after all the help I'd given him..

Occasionally one or the other of this pair of total and utter bastards phones me up and asks if I would like to play in a band with them again, as though nothing happened.

And they wonder why I don't want to play in a band ever again.

Length? Two Fucking Years that I'll never get back, you pair of wasters.
( Stevedix http://www.stevedix.de/blog, Wed 30 May 2007, 14:13, Reply)