I agree AJ. I fully admitted I was a bit harsh in my anger, but this was over a month's time a series of things that led to my cuss-ladened email.
I'd really be dorky to discuss it here. All I can say is I have a very stressfull day job as a journalist. To get a pressure filled email with him overeacting on my publishing day just really put me at the edge so I emailed him to BACK THE F OFF and please just let me learn the bass lines.
It was just petty drama stuff, that's the best I can describe it right now. I just want to jam, play some gigs, laugh and have fun. And for the most part we were.
I was prepared to discuss the problems with him and he decided to boot me. It was a double standard because I never called him names. He made some name calling at me. It's all drama. He was just stressing me out over petty things and he wouldn't listen to me. I was practicing HOURS a day trying to learn their songs. I had 30 songs down, 1 a day, really, which is just pretty darn good for my talent level.
It's hard to explain how it happened to outsiders. I'm the bad guy. Whatever. I just want to forget about it and sell all my stuff but the basic. I am done with bands. I am 32. I am not getting younger. I started bass 3 years ago.
I feel like if I met these people as people and not bandmates, none of this would have happened. That's what bothers me. It's hard to make friends in the South and being from NY, they get so offended with the word F8CK. That was the first word I said in life
It was just poor communicating--he prefered email to do business and I hated it and said I hated it. He said he wasn;t good over phones.
Whatever. I actually feel better and pressure free now. Like I said, I just plan to take some serious lessons and see what I can do with my talents. I never rule anything out, but this left a horrible taste in my mouth because although i was ready to admit I should have held off on my angry filled email, there just is no need to even get to that level of anger in a music setting---it obviously would have never worked out because this guy was too emotional, too petty and overreacted to little things. Just like I did last night---but I felt like I was pushed to that point.
My dream was to be a rock star. Heck, it still is. But the dream seems dead and I am OK with that. I am still a darn good journalist

and it pays ALOT better.
peace