A few weeks ago at (what I, at least viewed as) a jam session, after lead guitarist has been backbiting, demanding, snide and generally dictatorial:
Him: “Okay, now we’re going to play ‘Margaritiaville’.”
Me: “Hold it. YOU’RE going to play ‘Margaritaville’. I happen to detest that song. I’m not playing it.”
Him: “Well, I’M the leader of this band, I decide our repertoire, and we’re playing ‘Margaritaville’ now.”
Me: “Back the (fornication) up a bit. When did this suddenly become a band? And who elected you the ‘leader’? I sure as hell didn’t get that memo. You sure as (defecation) aren’t in charge of ME. I still haven’t decided whether or not I’m going to stick with this particular outfit, but your attitude is making my decision a real easy one. So you’d better start re-evaluating this whole ‘leader-of-the-band’ stance of yours. And if I say I’m not playing a (fornication)ing song, there isn’t anything short of you pointing an AR-15 at me that’s going to make me play it. Are we understanding each other here?”
We play another song that is not “Margaritaville”. But he’s clearly not happy about it.
I don’t think anybody has ever said “no” to this guy in his life. But if he and I are going to be in a band together, he’d best get used to the idea. Not that I’m not a team player, but I have problems with people with delusions of grandeur who try to lord it over me against my will.
At our next - and so far, last - get-together, he asked me for my frank assessment of this aggregation, knowing that I’ve played in pro bands. He seems to think that we’re ready to go out and play clubs. He wasn’t too happy with my response: “Out of five ‘singers’, we have about one and a half good ones. We have no vocal harmonies worth talking about. Nobody seems to remember what parts they’re supposed to be playing or singing, except me. The keyboard player only plays basic chords, and is about five times louder than he needs to be. I’ve never heard the drummer behind a real kit - only him slamming away on a practice pad. We’d NEVER get invited back if we even tried to do this at an open mic.”
I suspect this might be the reason we - or at least, them with me - haven’t played together in two weeks. Hey, he ASKED.