The funniest thing happened this week. We've been playing in this little blues band fronted by this guitarist vocalist (I hesitate to call him a singer). About four months ago he met a harp player and brought him into the band and we started to sound really hot as the harp player sang better than the guitar player, knew tons of songs and played super harp and in addition is a dynamic front man. They had a fight and the guitarist essentially forced the harp guy out of the band. But the rest of us just started an offshoot band with the harp player, playing one night a week with the blues guy and one night a week with the harp player in more of a classic and original rock vein. Well we didn't make any secret about the new band, but we didn't talk about it during blues band rehearsal either and suddenly the blue guy calls us all up and says he found out we've been "going behind his back" by playing with the harp-singer guy and leaves the band. He has effectively forced himself out of band, leaving the drummer, bassist and other guitarist free to do what we want. You know what? We're all relieved. I started to have doubts about him when he said he wanted to play Folsom Prison Blues and didn't and wouldn't learn the classic intro. And insisted on playing it in "G." And didn't know you don't go to the IV on the turnaround. Then he introduced "Mercury Blues " as a new song without ever having heard the David Lindley version. He heard it from Alan Jackson. But what took the cake for me was when he tried to introduce "Summertime Blues" as an Alan Jackson song, totally ignorant of the Eddie Cochran, Who and Blue Cheer versions. Oh yeah, he tried to do "Cotton Fields" too without knowing the basic folk or CCR version first. Bye.