There's an open mic session that I sometimes go to on Sunday nights. The house pays for a fine guitarist, Vic Cenicola, and lets other players sit in. The problem with these things is, there's no controlling who comes up. The owner doesn't have the balls, he's getting free music. So it was Vic and me and two very good tenors, when the worst drummer I have ever heard gets on the stand. From beat one, he's behind. He had no business being on the stand. I dug in hard. My buddy said "I think you should go with him." I decided no, f^^k this s**t, I've had it with these no-talent bastards. I dug in harder, absolutely determined that I would keep the original time no matter how far off the a**hole went. The group followed me and the drummer flailed around totally lost the whole set. I gave no mercy. I figured either way, he screwed up my set. If I went with him, he'd have a nice experience and come back. If I destroyed him, my set was just as screwed, but he wouldn't come back. And that's what happened. Ego? Maybe. But I'm tired of decades of being used as a plow horse by wannabees that can't get a gig. I've wanted to do this for years. My buddy said I was worse than Mingus. (We're both old enough to have seen him live many times.) I liked that.