I had been talking with a guitarist and vibes player about starting a jazz trio with them, playing corporate events, weddings, and such other places, basically gigs that actually pay more than gas and beer on a good day. The vibes player is a big timer around Chicago, so I knew I wasn't getting in with a couple of sloths. Best part, they didn't give a hoot that I didn't own an acoustic upright bass, though I can read, know theory, changes, and that kind of stuff. It seems like many guys around here on a jazz gig would take a below average hack on the upright before they took Jaco 2.0 on electric, so that was a major victory. Come this morning, when we were supposed to practice, I end up having to drive my mother to work, she takes forever, then I locked both sets of keys in my car when I got home (my fault), then I struggled to get an emergency lock service out within an hour of me calling. The guitarist ended up calling off the rehearsal, and he said to email him when I could practice next week. I gave him quite a few days, and I told him that it's rare for me to have a bad day like this, but it happens to even the best of them. I'm waiting for an email back, but above all else, I'm hoping he emails me back. So, a few large dump trucks full of fail apparently stopped by my house while I was asleep. Though I hope the guitarist responds back, I definitely can't lay down and play dead. I'm going to check out some local jam sessions and open mics and see if I can hook up with some good musicians and get in with a good jazz group, or if not a good jazz group, a good something group.