I tried out for a band recently. I am into somewhat obscure music and found a group of artists into the EXACT same things I am, so I was freaking happy to have found these people. The singer/guitarist and I talked on the phone numerous times before finally hooking up to jam, and things were looking like they would be amazing. (This is the same person I spoke of in the Bass Babes thread, she played bass in a different band before hooking up with me in this group). We jammed and I thought it was great, there was alot of serious potential here. I was loving what we were doing right out of the gate. We made more plans for a full rehearsal schedule and everything, it all looked on the up and up. To me I was "in" and we are progressing forward from there. I will apologize in advance the the length of this post below, I felt it easiest to convey the whole story by just pasting in the email I sent to the singer after "the incident," rather than trying to shorten it, and then have to elaborate to explain the background story. Here is the story, me venting my disbelief to the singer after the fact... "So there I was... ...Wandering around downtown Toronto on Sunday afternoon. With my bass on my back and gig bag for your guitar in one hand. I went into town way earlier than I needed to for our jam so I decided to price out some things before meeting up with you at 4pm. I still had an hour to kill and was expecting a fairly important email at work, so I decided to go into a web cafe to log in to my works email account and see if I had the big news yet. I don't have email at home, so it has been bugging me all weekend and I really want to know if I have the news I have been waiting for yet. I notice an email from you, so I read it.... It seems that you changed your mind and don't want a gig bag after all, you want a hardshell case, so I am lugging this thing around for nothing. Oh well, I'll just carry it back home later on, and bring it back to stock, no big deal, it's not too heavy. If it had been the other way around and I was carrying a hardshell around I might be a little more annoyed. Oh look, a second email from you.... It seems that at some point after I left work on Friday and this point now, you decided to cancel the jam session with me. I have no problem whatsoever if you decide to audition other people, it's all part of the business, I've been through the routine more times than enough, it's nothing new to me, no hard feelings at all. It would have been nice however if you could have informed me directly about it though. Emailing me at my work email address over a weekend instead of calling me directly to cancel a jam session strikes me as being either immature, cowardly, or just plain disrespectful. It is by absolute fluke that I happened to check my work email account at about 3:15pm Sunday. Had I not done that, if I just went straight to the jam place what would have happened then? After I got home I realized that there was no call from you at all, you made no real legitimate attempt to inform me of the change of plans. It doesn't really matter, either way I completely wasted my day going into the city to find out that I basically have to turn right around again and go home. Bus fare alone for the trip is $15, so I guess it is a good thing that I found things to do while in town, get the most out of my money while I am already there. The biggest pisser about this is that I originally had a meeting with another band scheduled for Sunday, that I canceled when you moved the practice day. This band has been hounding me for weeks to come down, they have heard my playing on a few demos already and want me badly. They have a CD coming out on a Canadian indie label, with European distribution already lined up, a manager, booking agent, all that fun stuff. A real band with real paying gigs and a real potential in the near future. I'll still be meeting up with them this week, but it would have been nice to take advantage of my weekend to the fullest if I could have. Instead, I basically wasted both Saturday (I planned nothing beforehand as I was originally expecting to meet up with you, before you moved the jam to Sunday) and Sunday (I cancelled all plans as I was expecting to meet up with you). Well, I hope your other "big Melvins fan" of a bassist works out for you, because you can forget about me ever coming down to jam again. In case it wasn't obvious, the second email from her was to say don't show up, they are going to "explore all their options" and try-out another person who came along. That fact really didn't bug me, but not telling me at all directly, when she knew damn well that I don't have email at home, and we usually communicate via my WORK email address, or by phone, we have both called each other numerous times. Had I not checked my email that afternoon I would have walked right in, too an awkward situation for sure. I wasted my whole weekend no matter what, and am not impressed about it. I was polite in telling her off, even though I shouldn't have been. The fact is, it was cowardly for her to cancel on me without telling me to my face, nothing more, nothing less. Thanks for listening. Sorry it was so long, I just had to get it off my chest. One of those lessons learned I guess.