Sorry for the rant, just need to vent a bit. I was in a cover band for a little over a year- I joined the band early last year, and after half the band moved out of state, we went on hiatus while the guitarist joined another band. After finding it wasn't for him, he contacted me, we found some new guys, and played our first show back late last year. We've been at it ever since. We'd average about 2-3 shows a week, with the occasional off week. Things were going well, we were sounding tight, and all was good. Or so I thought. Last Monday, me, the guitarist and the singer got together to discuss some things. One had to do with doing work inside the band, and whether or not anyone should expect payment, especially if there was a great deal of time involved. We talked it over and resolved the issue. Then, the guys started asking about whether I was having personal issues, as I'd been "acting different" the past few months. This was the first time I'd heard anything. There were issues I've been dealing with, but I didn't realize they were affecting me to the point that it was noticeable. They also asked if I was still into the band, asking about my commitment, which was something that struck me as odd, as I'd not given one indicator (in my mind) that I was even remotely not committed to the band. I reassured them that I was totally into things, and that while personal issues were affecting me in ways even I couldn't see, I'd do my best to keep things going while I dealt with things. To be perfectly blunt, I understand I am not the best bass player out there. I know my limitations, my weaknesses, and while I try to continually better myself, I'll never be a virtuoso. To that end, I try to make myself valuable in any situation I'm in by pulling my own weight, and doing what I can inside the band, so I'm not simply a mediocre bass player who collects a check and does nothing else. I put a ton of time into designing things for the band- logo, posters, t-shirt, business card, and toward the end, a DVD package for a promo kit. I also took over mailing the posters to the venues ahead of time, as well as doing more than my fair share of setting up and tearing down at every show. I felt that I made myself available more than enough, especially considering I live about an hour from the other band members. I was very rarely late to practices or shows, and more often than not, I was early. I came into every practice knowing the songs and doing my part to make things go as smoothly and quickly as possible. While I'm somewhat introverted by nature, I got along well with the guys, and tried my best to be as friendly as possible to those who came out to shows, even making several new friends along the way. I was planning on being with this band for quite some time. Which is why it came as a shock when I got a phone call this past Tuesday night. It was the guitarist telling me they were letting me go. At first, I was very very numb to the whole scenario, and was very cordial, and understanding, and was generally being very nice about things. I believe anyone is replaceable, myself more so than others, so being let go was not a huge deal. It was simply how it went down that has since left me bitter. There was no warning, whatsoever. There was the one meeting, the night before I was let go, and that was it... and I left that meeting thinking everything was cool, and that things would move forward. Just before I left that night, I was talking logistics about this past weekends' shows, and upcoming events. No hint of any kind arose. It was simply one day I was in, the next I was out. Since then, I've talked to the drummer, who has become a good friend of mine (and will continue to be for a long time)- he took it very hard, and lobbied for me to, if nothing else, be given some sort of warning, as opposed to being completely blindsided. The other guys didn't see fit to do so, and replaced me with a guy who subbed for me just the weekend before, while I was on vacation (btw, he's a fellow TB'r, and a friend of mine. I don't wish him any ill-will, as he was simply at the right place at the right time... I wish him the best). Have any of you dealt with situations like this? How did you deal with it? It's still affecting me, especially since I was with this band for so long. It'll take some time to get over, I'm sure. Any advice?