Ok, so I was playing a show last night. The house was pretty packed with at least 200 people, and I was excited to be playing some of my band's new material in public for the first time. I really wanted to make an impression, so I was pouring on the stage presence, moving around like crazy. At one point I even hopped onto a big wooden crate off of the stage, creating for myself a makeshift stage extension, which everyone thought was pretty cool. Meanwhile, our guitarist started our set in front of his amp and didn't move for the entire set. He didn't really get into the songs at all, he just stood there. We finish our set, and I'm exhausted. I've never worked so hard on stage in my life. As people start to walk around and filter out, I don't get so much as a glance from anyone. Looking back towards the stage, I see the guitarist getting swarmed by hot girls telling him how good he is. Naturally, he and the singer leave quickly and don't help the drummer and I pack up our gear, even though we transported all of theirs for them. We ended up being the last two people there. I've never experienced this kind of treatment before. I've heard a lot about the bassist being ignored and the guitarist getting all the attention, but until last night I hadn't actually experienced it myself. What a thankless job it is do be a bass player. You really have to be humble and have a servant's heart to do this every night. I guess this is a part of "earning my wings."