Well...in 2015 I retired from the band/gigging scene for the most part. Maybe a little thing once in a blue moon. I'm old and tired and achy. Then, in 2016 an old friend needed bass tracks on his debut CD. So I went to rehearsals, put down nine bass tracks and one guitar track with other musicians, and played the release party, all for free, a gift out of friendship and brotherhood to a long-time pal. He's old, too, and it was his one chance to do something. Then, he wanted to put together a two-hour show. That meant a band. I've hung in there, done some open mics, a couple of things with others with him, and most recently rehearsals with band prospects. Again, just hanging in there as a kindness to help him out. Then, a month of silence from him. Hm. But, my wife saw on Facebook where he posted that he was gonna play at a local place. Me and the guitar player haven't heard a word. Something ain't right. The point is, be up front. Here I am, having hung on out of true compassion for a friend, only to be left out of touch when he changes the plan. Sorry pal, it's been fun, but I'm not sticking around to be disrespected or mistreated.