When it ceases to be fun, I’d cease to be there. At this age, what little life I have left is worth too much to waste.That sucks twice. I played on Friday with a band that's going to need a bass player in August. I'm enjoying the music, but there's been a bit more drama than I'm willing to put up with lately. And I don't have the time to put in to play the way I know I can play. So, there you have it. It will be a load off when it's over. They will find out how much work it is to schlep the PA as well. And all the stands and cables and whatnot that I supply but that they will have to buy now. The last straw came during a rehearsal when the BL/guitarist got on my case for "looking bored." I had next to no sleep and had been on a plane that had been delayed by six hours coming back from a work trip. That really pissed me off. Now he wants to buy fancy wedge monitors for the PA that will do nothing more than the monitors we already have. I have been through that routine, but he likes brand names. The monitor thing is just reinforcement of why I want out. They don't know yet. I'll let them know after the show in August. They have one in September when I'm going to be out of town. It was scheduled after I let everyone know I would be away. So, they can find a bass player for that one and everything after it.
If I'm being a prima donna, it doesn't matter to me. This is for fun - very few people make much money doing this and even fewer make a living doing it. When it's a PITA, then it's time to walk away. The other band is a whole lot of fun, and I expect it will stay that way until we all die off.

