God. In my last band, everything. I provided the space and almost all the gear—2 synth stations, a drum kit with a sample pad (for which I recorded homemade perc samples and sweetener tracks), Mackie/QSC PA/monitoring. I transcribed and printed parts for all the songs and put them in binders, programmed presets on the keyboards, and provided the eye candy (my wife, who also prepared snacks and provided booze). And—oh yeah—I knew my own parts and held down the groove.
It wasn’t enough.
It wasn’t enough.