So, my last show with the band I was with was on June 7th. As a lot of you know I'm moving to Colorado in a few days. I wasn't sure when I'd score a job, so I left the band a while ago so I wouldn't be stuck if I had a good offer.
Well, I didn't drive on my last night, because they had the intentions of getting me pickled, which they did quite well. lol. Therefore, my rack, cab, pedalboard, and briefcase ended up back at my guitarist's house a few hours away from me. I kept putting off going to get everything cause I didn't wanna drive all the way down there...
Well, last night, they played one of my favorite clubs about 45 minutes away from me. Doug (guitarist) brought my gear up with him for me to get it. I showed up, and it was like a mini-reunion, hugs, jokes, etc. It sucked. I kept thinking I *really* wish I was here to play tonight. I was waiting for the new guy to offer to take a long nap in the band room so I can have the night. Obviously, that didn't happen. I was there about an hour, I helped them load in, set up, all while we busting each other's chops (as always). Then, the goodbyes came, some hugs, handshakes, and the dreaded "keep in touch". It was really depressing.
I hope to hell I find a great bunch of guys like that to play with in Denver!
Well, I didn't drive on my last night, because they had the intentions of getting me pickled, which they did quite well. lol. Therefore, my rack, cab, pedalboard, and briefcase ended up back at my guitarist's house a few hours away from me. I kept putting off going to get everything cause I didn't wanna drive all the way down there...
Well, last night, they played one of my favorite clubs about 45 minutes away from me. Doug (guitarist) brought my gear up with him for me to get it. I showed up, and it was like a mini-reunion, hugs, jokes, etc. It sucked. I kept thinking I *really* wish I was here to play tonight. I was waiting for the new guy to offer to take a long nap in the band room so I can have the night. Obviously, that didn't happen. I was there about an hour, I helped them load in, set up, all while we busting each other's chops (as always). Then, the goodbyes came, some hugs, handshakes, and the dreaded "keep in touch". It was really depressing.
I hope to hell I find a great bunch of guys like that to play with in Denver!
), so don't sweat it. Give it some time, but you'll get the right gig with the right guys.
