A year or so ago me, our guitar player, and our singer were getting ready to leave the band we were in. The key/sax player had decided to take over the thing and had just turned it into a big mess. We were fed up with the guy. His sax playing was nails but his keys were always up too loud, he insisted on playing when the song didn't call for it, and he wanted control over the overall sound. This led to contentious practices--rehearsals that lasted over four hours because he was picking out every tiny thing that he thought everyone else was doing wrong.
There's more to it than that but anyway...
Our last gig together, we're up onstage and he starts yelling at me from across the stage with that little cockroach look on his face, "You're way too loud!" Or something like that. He'd been on me for weeks and earlier in the day made the entire band endure a 4 hour soundcheck at a brand new venue---it was embarrassing.
So I yelled back at him, hearing his out of place clanging keyboards, "NO! You sound like sh!t---STFU!" I was ready to walk over and put the business end of my 5 string up his... you get the picture.
Normally I'll withstand any nonsense with good humor but that time... not so much. I felt bad afterward and apologized to the owner who never even noticed it'd happened.
There's more to it than that but anyway...
Our last gig together, we're up onstage and he starts yelling at me from across the stage with that little cockroach look on his face, "You're way too loud!" Or something like that. He'd been on me for weeks and earlier in the day made the entire band endure a 4 hour soundcheck at a brand new venue---it was embarrassing.
So I yelled back at him, hearing his out of place clanging keyboards, "NO! You sound like sh!t---STFU!" I was ready to walk over and put the business end of my 5 string up his... you get the picture.
Normally I'll withstand any nonsense with good humor but that time... not so much. I felt bad afterward and apologized to the owner who never even noticed it'd happened.