One of the great things about playing bass is that we're always in demand. One of the bad things about playing bass is that we're always in demand ... Have you ever had to deal with band leaders who act like they are entitled to your services simply because they "need" you to play bass? I find this sort of thing very annoying. Some examples, for humorous and/or eye-rolling purposes:
The music director of my college found out that I play bass years ago, and constantly tagged me to sub in for various groups that he directs. This included wanting me to sit in for his 3 credit jazz ensemble class, which felt like adding a whole other class to my own teaching schedule. It also included wanting me to sub at the last minute for community ensembles he runs, sometimes for unpaid gigs an hour away on a Sunday, when I'm busy with adulting or (god forbid) having a personal life. I eventually pushed back enough that he finally started looking elsewhere, but it took years of saying "no" before he finally got the hint.
In high school, a student who fancied himself Miles Davis wanted me to play in a quartet with him. Between saxophone and upright bass, I was already busy playing in five school ensembles, taking three different weekly lessons, and playing in an actively gigging punk rock band, not to mention the whole school and homework thing. After I told him no several times, I opened my locker one day, and a ton of small pieces of paper came spilling out. He had psychotically torn up photocopies of jazz charts and crammed them into my locker through the little air slots ...
How about you? Ever have to deal with this? Any fun / funny stories?
The music director of my college found out that I play bass years ago, and constantly tagged me to sub in for various groups that he directs. This included wanting me to sit in for his 3 credit jazz ensemble class, which felt like adding a whole other class to my own teaching schedule. It also included wanting me to sub at the last minute for community ensembles he runs, sometimes for unpaid gigs an hour away on a Sunday, when I'm busy with adulting or (god forbid) having a personal life. I eventually pushed back enough that he finally started looking elsewhere, but it took years of saying "no" before he finally got the hint.
In high school, a student who fancied himself Miles Davis wanted me to play in a quartet with him. Between saxophone and upright bass, I was already busy playing in five school ensembles, taking three different weekly lessons, and playing in an actively gigging punk rock band, not to mention the whole school and homework thing. After I told him no several times, I opened my locker one day, and a ton of small pieces of paper came spilling out. He had psychotically torn up photocopies of jazz charts and crammed them into my locker through the little air slots ...
How about you? Ever have to deal with this? Any fun / funny stories?