Omar B
Senior Master
So a couple weeks ago my father brings me home this CD from work, seems one of his coworkers has a rock band and wanted me to listen. Now being that I've worked in the music industry since college I get these all the time and really I never listen to anything just handed to me, if it's not through the magazine I'm not being paid to listen so I don't care.
A couple days later he brings me a note from the dude. He's asking me to check them out on myspace (which I hate even more), vote for them in some local competition, blah blah blah.
Then I start getting emails from the guy. Asking what I thought of his CD, the web page, did I vote for them. At this point I'm pissed off now.
So a couple days ago my father tells me that their guitar player quit and wouldn't you know it, my father threw my hat in the ring for a replacement. I don't want to be in their band, nor any band for that matter.
Never have, never will. My enjoyment of music is purely selfish. I play because I love music, Steve Vai, Yngwie Malmsteen, Vinnie Moore, Megadeth, Nevermore, anything with near impossible parts to play because I just wanna be able to do what my heroes do. That's not to say that my buds and I don't jam once in a while but we all have our careers and not focused on some pipe dream of "making it." My hobby helped me land a freelance job at a magazine in college because I was majoring in journalism and was a decent player, that's as far as I wish to take it.
I swallow my pride because my father asked nicely and I go along to meet these guys and jam. We got down to business of jamming, turns out that these guys can hardly play at all! They can barely make it through a whole one of their songs and they don't know anything else. They can't jam on a simple AC/DC song or Black Sabbath, or The Ramones or even Van Halen!
They want me to join their band to help them with their playing so they can make it big! A bunch of guys who can't play for crap are all hitching their wagons to my star ... a guy who does not want to be a musician because they can't hack it themselves!
So now it has begun. They won't leave me alone. I'm getting calls, emails and messages through my father asking about my status with the band (in their minds I'm already in), when I'm coming to jam with them and on and on.
Can't people take a hint?
A couple days later he brings me a note from the dude. He's asking me to check them out on myspace (which I hate even more), vote for them in some local competition, blah blah blah.
Then I start getting emails from the guy. Asking what I thought of his CD, the web page, did I vote for them. At this point I'm pissed off now.
So a couple days ago my father tells me that their guitar player quit and wouldn't you know it, my father threw my hat in the ring for a replacement. I don't want to be in their band, nor any band for that matter.
Never have, never will. My enjoyment of music is purely selfish. I play because I love music, Steve Vai, Yngwie Malmsteen, Vinnie Moore, Megadeth, Nevermore, anything with near impossible parts to play because I just wanna be able to do what my heroes do. That's not to say that my buds and I don't jam once in a while but we all have our careers and not focused on some pipe dream of "making it." My hobby helped me land a freelance job at a magazine in college because I was majoring in journalism and was a decent player, that's as far as I wish to take it.
I swallow my pride because my father asked nicely and I go along to meet these guys and jam. We got down to business of jamming, turns out that these guys can hardly play at all! They can barely make it through a whole one of their songs and they don't know anything else. They can't jam on a simple AC/DC song or Black Sabbath, or The Ramones or even Van Halen!
They want me to join their band to help them with their playing so they can make it big! A bunch of guys who can't play for crap are all hitching their wagons to my star ... a guy who does not want to be a musician because they can't hack it themselves!
So now it has begun. They won't leave me alone. I'm getting calls, emails and messages through my father asking about my status with the band (in their minds I'm already in), when I'm coming to jam with them and on and on.
Can't people take a hint?