When I was much younger (1978 or so), I landed a wedding band gig. I didn’t love it but the money was very good. I could do a few weddings each weekend and made a decent amount of cash. The situation was this, the owner of the Agency was connected. He had ongoing gigs at local venues. He played drums and although he sucked, the people that hired him could not tell. His son was even worse and followed in his fathers footsteps. He was also a “drummer” and this was the band I lucked into. We worked a lot. But the thing that really took all the joy out of it for me was that the drummer was so bad , so very, very bad that I was truly embarrassed to be playing with him. He had no foot (bass drum) and seemed to think that by rolling around the toms he was doing a great job. He was totally oblivious to fact that he could not play drums at all. It went from being “okay, I’m making good money”, to “this is bringing me down”, to “I might need therapy if I don’t get away from this”. So, yes, I played with a completely incompetent and delusional drummer for years because I needed the money. I’d do it again if I needed the money but fortunately I don’t. He reminded me of the insane drummer in the video clip I posted a bit back in this thread. I’m an okay bass player, but that drummer in that band was a nightmare and took all the joy of playing and stuffed it into air-sickness bag.
