Just like the title says. Besides the drummer hooking up with your ex, what oddball reason has ground your gears to a stop in a particular project? I just had an interesting experience so I thought I would share.. Over the past couple months I began to jam with a startup reggae band (Older rasta dudes, pretty set in their ways if you get me), and they kept adding members every time we jammed. I'm totally cool with that, whatever makes the "sound" happen is good by me. Well, here's the kicker - for each jam session they kept renting smaller and smaller rooms. More members + smaller rooms makes for tight quarters. So most recently they said they found "a jam room" and we wouldn't have to rent anymore. So of course that means..... ...... It ends up being a converted-to-jam-room, half-underground, one-car garage that's very tight inside and stuffed with broken and old gear. Point of all this is I have slight claustrophobia (you don't want to sit next to me waiting to deplane, ), the tiny room and additional members just made me snap. I left some cables behind because I packed up so fast - I actually RAN back to my car to get the heck out of there after about an hour or so. The music wasn't horrible, the guys were ok people - but their continued affinity for cramming as many people as they can into a broom closet was the deal breaker. Looking back, I do get a little laugh thinking about 7 grown adults jammed into what I equated to a musical dungeon/torture chamber at the time. By far the strangest reason I've ever had to call it quits. How about you?