Man, am I the only person who has to deal with music dorks? Example A: One of my best friends is 47, slightly overweight, and balding. He sells medical supplies. He has a (2nd grade teacher) wife and two kids, 7 and 4. He lives in the burbs and drives a tan mini-van. However, he wears a headband and black T-shirt everywhere he goes except work (even "preppy" backyard parties and such). He STILL thinks he's going to make it in the music business. And he is CONSTANTLY hounding me to join another hard rock 80s style project. His kids often go without stuff they should have so that he can but more PA gear, more guitar gear, or more "rock clothes". Nothing is allowed in his garage but music stuff. The kids' bikes live under tarps in the yard and are rusting. When I invite him to my kids' birthday parties, he gets all mad when I say "No, we are NOT going to play a set at the party. This day is about the kid." Example B: Another friend is an amazing keys player. He can do it all from buttery 60s and 70s style Rhodes and Hammond lines to full-blown 80s synth mania. He could be the secret weapon of any band in my area. But, he wants to start a band playing Devo album cuts and other obscure synth pop that nobody (and I mean NOBODY) has ever heard of. No market for it around here whatsoever. He wants to name his band Capacitor and the Dielectrics. Example C: Guy runs a successful regional band. They play mostly hot country smash hits, classic rock standards, and the occasional laid back (jimmy Buffett or something similar) bar song. He's bored. Rather than starting a side project as an outlet, he is running his successful band into the ground by doing just STRANGE stuff. He is insisting that band members dress in funky suits on stage that make no sense in a band like his. He is having his girlfriend stand on stage and paint odd little modern art paintings and trying to raffle them off (and getting really snotty with the audience when nobody buys a $10 ticket to win the painting). He is throwing an Ozzy song, or a Priest song right in between Jimmy Buffett and Kenny Chesney (again, in suits). The band's regular clubs and private party agents are dropping like flies. And he says "They just don't understand what I am trying to do." What the.......? Why are musicians such DORKS????? Why can't people be an "artist" and not be a DORK at the same time?