pics and drama
First the pics.
I'm drunk at a bar. Pay no attention to the guy trying to sneak his way into the picture! :P
I think I look like I'm on crack in that one.
Now the drama. All hell broke loose last night, shit hit the fan...and other stupid sayings. I'm talking about my gig. I'll give you the summarized version. Tim, bass player, and I had agreed a while ago that when I quit the band at the end of May, he would come with me and we'd try to start a new band. Get a new drummer and guitarist. I was counting on it. Last night during the 2nd(last)set break, I found out otherwise. But the kicker? He didn't tell me himself. I learned this info from some chick in the bathroom, who introduced herself to me as the gal that's here to check us out because she's been asked to be the band's new lead singer. Asked by ALL of them. Tim included. THAT's how I found out. Add to that, she told me that they told her to be ready to start with the band by our April 19th gig. APRIL 19TH!!! So A: The bass player whom I thought was coming with me, is now not, B: The friend I thought I had in him is gone, and C: The remaining gigs (more importantly, the supplemental income) I thought I had are also no more. It was a huge scene. What really sucked was I had to go through the last set of the night with all this in my head. Needless to say I didn't give it my all, and my performance was lacking. Then there was the big blow-out confrontation after the set was over. Complete with yelling, screaming, crying, and shit getting thrown around. I drove home in the haze of a mixutre of tears, then dry eyes, accompanied by one hell of a migraine. I haddn't felt that horrible in a very long time.
Today, I'm still sad about it, but mostly I just feel numb and lost.
I'm drunk at a bar. Pay no attention to the guy trying to sneak his way into the picture! :P
I think I look like I'm on crack in that one.
Now the drama. All hell broke loose last night, shit hit the fan...and other stupid sayings. I'm talking about my gig. I'll give you the summarized version. Tim, bass player, and I had agreed a while ago that when I quit the band at the end of May, he would come with me and we'd try to start a new band. Get a new drummer and guitarist. I was counting on it. Last night during the 2nd(last)set break, I found out otherwise. But the kicker? He didn't tell me himself. I learned this info from some chick in the bathroom, who introduced herself to me as the gal that's here to check us out because she's been asked to be the band's new lead singer. Asked by ALL of them. Tim included. THAT's how I found out. Add to that, she told me that they told her to be ready to start with the band by our April 19th gig. APRIL 19TH!!! So A: The bass player whom I thought was coming with me, is now not, B: The friend I thought I had in him is gone, and C: The remaining gigs (more importantly, the supplemental income) I thought I had are also no more. It was a huge scene. What really sucked was I had to go through the last set of the night with all this in my head. Needless to say I didn't give it my all, and my performance was lacking. Then there was the big blow-out confrontation after the set was over. Complete with yelling, screaming, crying, and shit getting thrown around. I drove home in the haze of a mixutre of tears, then dry eyes, accompanied by one hell of a migraine. I haddn't felt that horrible in a very long time.
Today, I'm still sad about it, but mostly I just feel numb and lost.