I was just reminded of an encounter from when I was just beginning. Open Mic on a Sunday arvo, in a pub. Not many people. Branded as a walk-up-and-join-in, casual affair. I had about 30 songs memorised and thought I'd give it a lash. Open-Mic Host: G’day Me: Hi, I’m just learning Bass, I’m not very good and really need something I know. Do you have a song list? OMH: Here. Me: Ooo, I know that one! OMH: Ah, I do that one on my special little bass. Me: OK. I know this one, too. OMH: Nah, I do that one on my special little bass as well. Me: Oh. OMH: <Aggressively, derisively> Just play some bleedin’ blues, mate! [Struggle through 2 minutes of OMH showcasing his mighty talent, while I play the occasional E] OMH: <on mic> OK, we’re going to get a great Bass player up now, welcome Harry! OMH: <to me> Harry can use your Bass, yeah? Me: <smiles at my brand new, $3k bass> No. OMH: <gives me “the look”> <on mic> Harry, you’ll have to go out to the carpark and get your bass, mate <gives me another “the look”, just to make sure everyone knows I’m the reason for the delay>.