Responded to a CL ad looking for a bassist. Post included style, vision, and a few other things including age range of band members, the last of which was a small red flag. So I replied. Texted back a forth a few times and just after asking my age I got the open-ended "I'll talk to the band" that forced the conversation to trail off. It's been over a week, no reply. Not a huge deal, but as any "failed job interview" you kinda start to think about why you didn't get the callback, whether or not you needed the gig. I have a stable job, a stable full of equipment and 15 -- no, wait, 17 -- years of playing and composing all sorts of tunes. Pfft. Apparently, 30 is too old for a troupe of early-to-mid-20s year olds. No big deal. "Y'all fiddna to be 30 before you know it -- 25 wasn't that long ago for me. You know what -- I don't need your stupid band. I'm not even offended; your loss. I have all the hallmarks features of reliability: a mortgage I can mostly afford in a good school zone, one of my two vehicles is payed-off and I have manageable credit card debt. You kids get off my lawn. My wife of almost 10 years and I generally like each other and aren't planning on getting divorced this week. Pfft. Get out of here with your dabbing and rock'n'roll and fidget spinners and legal recreational marihuana. Heck, I've never smoked because I spent my 20s in the military and now my job pays me too much to risk failing a drug test! Your hair is too long. I've had this bass longer than you've had your hipster facial hair. I only responded to your damned ad because I haven't played music with another human in like years because I'm a boring-af suburbanite who doesn't devote enough/any time to his hobbies because I'm taking the kid to gd taekwondo three nights a week or placating the family any other hour of the day -- you think I want to be there? Not even a little bit, but I signed up for a whole damned year so I may as well get my money's worth and my 11-yo kid is a lazy little punk who needs at least one bit of structure in his life outside of school and I'm completely envious of the time that I'm putting into his development while neglecting mine oh and then my wife wants the REST OF MY TIME BECAUSE SHE"S SUPER STRESSED OUT WITH HER JOB AND NEEDY AND ONLY SOMETIMES EMOTIONALLY SELF_SUFFICIENT I DON"T EVEN CARE ABOUT YOUR STUPID BAND ANYWAYS JUST TELL ME WHEN TO BRING MY BASS AND AMP PLZ I NEED THIS>"