Regarding classified ads and rudeness attached thereto:
I only started thumping in February, after years on other instruments. A couple of months ago I decided it would be a good sanity check to try playing with some actual people rather than just practicing solo. So, I went looking for classifieds from laid-back older folks who just wanted to jam for fun (I certainly didn't want to screw up a group's band practice, or let down someone that was trying to do some serious improv or whatever.)
Contacted two likely candidates. One led to a great bunch of guys who have been letting me sit in on their practices as they try to get a band together, and it's been a tremendous help to me (and, I hope, to them -- at least they have someone to cover the bottom end as they work out their sets).
The other ad was pretty vague -- implied they were older players and just wanted to mess around with "oldies." They were also looking for several different players, one of which was a bassist. I wrote a polite email asking what they considered older players, what they considered "oldies" (I'm not up to handling big band jazz or similar, but stuff from my school years would be okay), and whether they were planning a band (because of their looking for specific instruments) or if they just wanted to jam for fun. Didn't want to waste their time, ya know?
Well, they did write back and answered the questions (politely enough, if in very few words). But I hadn't indicated my instrument when I emailed them, and instead of the expected "So, what do you play?" question, the only inquiry in their reply was:
"Do you have a place to practice?"
Maybe I was off-bass (heh) but that set off bells, whistles, red flags, flashing lights... I mean, if they're more interested in whether I have a place to jam than what INSTRUMENT I play, they're not looking for players, they're looking for a venue.
I wrote back and said no, sorry, I don't have a place for a group to play (true), and told them I was a new-to-the-instrument future bassist. I also indicated I'd be happy to forward a few mp3 recordings to give them an idea of where I was at, so as not to waste their time if they felt I wasn't ready.
Never heard a peep from 'em again, which sort of confirmed that what they REALLY wanted was to be able to turn it up without the neighbors calling the cops on 'em.
Fun stuff!
'rick