"Dammit man, you're late on every change and it's f-ing me up. Get with it already." Nah man, I'm good. *look at drummer, get approving nod* I think you're a bit off. "I graduated from Berkley (improvisational jazz)... I think I know a but more about being on time than a self taught bassist." Nah dude, you're off. [5 minutes of arguing] You know what, this arguing is pointless, let's just try it again. [at this point I turn my volume knob off] A minute into the song the guitarist throws his hands in the air and stops everyone. "Dammit, your timing is off and it's screwing me up. You're hitting the change too early and it's rushing me to catch up." Really? I'm pretty sure you were off that time. In fact I'm positive that my playing had nothing to do with you f-ing up. "That's ********. I'm trained to follow my bassist. I can't help that you don't know what you're doing." Nah man, it was all you, 100%. "When a musician speaks, you listen. I know I'm not f-ing up here." Nah, I'm sure it's you, I can prove it. [strum all strings, no sound comes out] See? I wasn't even turned on for that last run through. TLDR; I'm no longer in this band. Anyone looking for a mediocre bassist in Portland, OR?