Oh man, what have I done?

Bail gracefully- but don't leave any gray area. I've done it and it's not always fun.

 

You don't need to do any new explaining. Jest text back with a Thanks for thinking so highly of me, but to reiterate what I said as t the jam, my schedule is much too busy to join a band...even part time...or a jam...my fingers fell off

 

You told him you were too busy to join up. Just tell him thanks, but you do not have the time for a new project, and wish him well

 

You feel dirty because you're a decent chap and don't like letting folks down or hurting their feelings unnecessarily. Still, as others posted, there are diplomatic ways to avoid further involvement.

Also, the energy vampires of the world rely upon decent people who won't set immutable boundaries. Whether he is one or not is immaterial, but they're out there.

 

Weird!

A similar thing happened to me a while back. I bumped into an old friend from high school. (I'm about to turn 50, so a friend from the way back machine.) I didn't even know he lived in my town. The restaurant we were at has an open mic night. He said he usually comes to that. I told him I would come up there sometime and we would have a beer.

I get there, and he has a guitar with him. I didn't even know he played. Then it turns out a guy he does duos with is another guitar player I've known for years. That guy asks if I had brought my bass. I said "Nah. I'm just here hanging with this guy.

Fast forward about thirty minutes. I hadn't thought anything of it. Then, the second guy calls me to the stage. I'm thinking we probably know some of the same stuff and he wants me to sing. Nope. He had gone home to get his (horrible) bass and brought it for me to play. Uh..... OK din.

We play a few songs. They're pretty bad. They do really watered down versions of songs that weren't hard to begin with.... like taking a four chord CCR song and turning it into a two chord song.

Anyway.... we get done and they start asking me what's the best night of the week I can rehearse!!! What???? The second guy even said "You passed the audition with flying colors!"

Whoa, there, Hopalong!

Yeah, it took several days of squirming out of that one via text. They kept sending "What if we do this?" or "We wouldn't have to rehearse that much then we could just start gigging as a three piece until we find a drummer."

Yeesh. People are weird.

 

I went along for about three months of weekly “rehearsals” because I knew a couple of the band members as mutual acquaintances. Ultimately, I bailed, but it was much harder than doing what I should have done, which would have been to never agree to continue after the first chaotic get together. Ugh. Save yourself. Don’t be like me.

 

In the land of the hopeless, the mediocre one is King!

I echo @ELG60's assessment that you're a nice guy who'd really like to help, but this looks like it'd quickly become a soul-sucking endeavor.

Nice to be wanted though, eh?

 

Just tell him you're trying to kick the second hand smoke habit.

 

Do the whole "too much going on" bit. "Not able to commit" "work's crazy right now"

Or, "No. Sorry, but you guys suck"

Either/or


I've only had to do that once. It was bad. But, I just said it straight up, "Nah. You're going to have to find someone else. That guy can't play guitar." While playing, the drummer was like "play something more simple for him" I said, "it's a D minor. The whole song, is a Dm. It literally doesn't get any more simple than that. This dude just sucks."

Worked out good for me.

 

The SADDEST of all keys.

 

Saddest of all guitar playing.

 

I’ve been through something very similar. You feel dirty about this because you’re a decent human being with empathy!

in my case, I went to an audition and left with the impression that I had become family with this guy. He went on to say that our daughters will be the best of friends (they were about the same age, but live 60 miles apart). I felt like I had been bait and switched. Guy had a really good CD thet he’d self/produced…good quality, good songs, hood musicianship. But in person…shambolic is a good word! Could barely play his guitar, guitar tone was terrible, lead guitar and drummer had to cancel at the last minute but they were, apparently, excellent…and so on. The voice on the CD and in person were hard to square.

Day after the audition, he calls me to confirm some gig dates. I had to let him down not so easy. Not to say I’m some great catch but he latched onto me like a horny octopus. I think maybe I was the first bassist to show up at his place in a while. Incididentally, a drummer friend of mine went through this with the same guy not too long after. And the bass player and lead guitar had to cancel at the last minute. Weird that. My drummer friend declined any further involvement.

 

If you had lied and told them how much you were looking forward to playing with them again I would understand your feeling "dirty" now. But you didn't; you made clear that you would not be available to do so. Evidently this guy is delusional or he's a bad listener -- yet another red flag (as if you needed one).

Also, 10 bonus points for using the word "shambolic."

 

Woof. Nope, hard pass, hit the ol' dusty trail, etc.

I had a couple of experiences like that . First time was an impromptu restaurant jam/open mic deal set up by a local guitarist/songwriter. He had been wanting to jam together for a while so I agreed. I heard the cat could play and was a good song writer. I thought it would be a nice, quiet, laid back kind of deal, but right when it was time for us to play, his "drummer" for the evening showed up pulling a trailer behind his truck. He proceeded to unload the trailer and set up a drum kit that would make Neil Peart say "Damn...that's a lotta kit". They thrashed so loud that it drowned out my 12" combo and the room cleared in less than 15 minutes. We were asked to leave after about an hour and I could not have been more ready to do so, but I couldn't get out of the parking lot cause dude was bombarding me with the set list, rehearsal times, and all the gigs we were going to play.

Second time was similar to the story @two fingers mentioned. I showed up at an open mic to support a couple of friends who were putting some songs together and hear what they had going on. Next thing you know, they hoist a shoddy bass and amp on stage and begin calling me up as their special guest bassist...without even asking me first. I tried to gracefully bow out but ended up getting pressured into it. It was horrible. El terrible. "Shambolic". They had no timing, barely in tune, stopped in the middle of songs to talk about what words/parts went where. Truly cringeworthy. After about 3 songs worth of that, I had to bail and made up some BS excuse to get out. Next day...they blow up my phone with all their setlists, rehearsals, etc. I had to tell them I was just too busy with projects already and couldn't do it. Luckily, they knew I was involved in 3 different groups already and were understanding, so it didn't cost me any friendships. Good luck with whatever you decide to do.

 

I just wanted to quote this because it’s so true I felt it needed to be said twice.

 

Its not a comfortable situation, but I would feel no requirement to do anything else than say no and give a reason if you think it is necessary. He has bad boundaries, you do not. And the energy vampire quote in this thread says it all.

 

Be civil but be clearly no

 

I landed myself in a couple uncomfortable situations like that until I learned the phrase:

“I don’t jam”

Repeated as a broken record with a smile, but without apology or excuse. Never offer an excuse, a manipulator will always come back at you with a solution to your excuse.

I once agreed to jam with a dude that called himself “rock and roll Bob”. Bob was in his 50s. Turns out he was living in his mom’s basement. He had to remove a ceiling tile to put the head in his Marshall stack. He played a pointy, very pointy, Jackson. He would play only hammer-ons and dive bombs. On 11. When Bob’s mom asked for him to turn it down, I witnessed a man in his 50s tell his 80 year old mom to **** off.

“I don’t jam”

I showed up to jam with Guillermo at his apartment. He opened the door dressed like a matador. He led me into a room with a mirrored wall. He had every effect pedal ever made wired together. He then proceeded to turn them all on and strum, I’m guessing, flamenco style, but it was hard to tell through the complete effects mess. He sang in an operatic style while checking himself out in the mirror.

Both stories are somewhat entertaining in hindsight, but I felt so bad for Bob’s mom. Not funny. Both those dudes called for weeks trying to set up another jam.

“I don’t jam”