Auditioned last night with a band of fat 50 year olds (so I fit in). Talking while we set up, I realized that I played with the guitar player back in 1967 when he was playing bass and I was playing guitar. The stage was teeming with percussion instruments so you had to be careful where you stepped (physically/rhythmically speaking). A couple of tunes into their set list I had two cowbells going on each side, splitting my head open like a over-ripe watermelon. For an audition it was pretty easy. We were doing a set list that was at least 30 years old, covers of bands that I declined to play with back in the day. I guess I got the gig although no one said anything specifically to me. Just the details of the gig on Friday night. I'll play the date but after that, I don't know. I really don't like the style of music and it is so poorly executed (one level fits all), and they discourage improvisation. Ever get a gig you didn't want?