I've been in this 5-peice classic rock act for about a year and a half. Pretty talented group of guys with a loose, roots kind of sound. Harp/Sax/Percussion and a couple guitars on the front line. None of us particularly more talented than the other and seemingly compatible personalities except for the lead guitarist who owns the project. He's OCD/arrogant and self absorbed. So we all let him do the things he needs to do to feel relevant and try to get along. I've been in this situation many times and I know how to deal with it. I'm a big boy. I'm the fifth wheel - the hired gun I suppose. I've been accepted and dealt with pretty fairly as a band member and I contribute anyway I can. I replaced the previous bassist who's related to the #2 guitarist. He left to do a trio gig and play more guitar and get a bigger part of the singing pay. His effort has done well and he fills for me when I have a scheduling conflict. Tonight the #1 guitarist calls me to say things aren't working out and "some of the guys in the band want a change". Wait, do I really represent myself as stupid & clueless? I'm miffed; this comes out of left field with no writing on the wall, no dropped hints, no bitching about playing - nada. Just the bombshell. OK, I can deal with it. It's part of the natural cycle. Then it hits me. At my last gig I saw the bassist from my fill-in guy's trio and he told me they let him go. He didn't know if he was going to continue playing in a band setting. Just coincidentally, he's a cousin of #2 guitarist. My band was hemming and hawing over "how terrible it was" while we packed up after the gig. So I begin to pressure Mr. OCD/Guitar god about who is really looking for the change of line-up and ask him if he might be just "a bit" disingenuous in his assertion? Which he adamantly denies. He insists "Some of the guys" want change. Now I'm pissed. I hate being B/S'd. I suck it up and wish them well and tell Mr OCD to continue living the dream, but try to grow a set of balls. Yes, I'm bitter - but not because I got let go, but rather because I hate pussies that don't have the spine to stand up to their own decisions and would rather hide behind a bald-faced lie and cower. I decided a call to the drummer was in order. He and I have gotten along well and he's the most stand-up real guy in the group. He confirms my hunch. We'll stay in touch - he's a class act. I wished him well. Sorry for the long rant but my wife doesn't get it my five year old doesn't care and I hate spineless pussy guitarists. /rant I feel a bit better now. Time to look around for another project.