I've been in several bands over the years...
Late 80s-early 90s...
Was in a band called "Slightly Dangerous". I got the name of the band off of the side of a B-17 bomber at an airshow. Mainly a bunch of friends who got together in an old building behind my folks house and jammed on cover tunes. We were college age or HS. Only played two or three gigs. On our first "big" gig the bass player didnt show and I went to check on him about an hour before we started. He said he wasnt coming. His wife had plans for him that night with somebody coming over. I went berserk, and told him to fuck off. We were good friends and had grown up together. I didnt speak to him for years over it, but we played the gig and did fine. Was also in a band called "Matrix" that I replaced a guitar player who went off to college. We werent very good. There was about 10 of us in that band. I think we played twice and after the split I think I made about $10.
Mid 90s-early 2000s...
Was in a couple of bands, actually one band split and I got dragged to one of them. Had I known it was happening, I would have gone with the other one. The original was called Southland...country and southern rock. We played alot. About every weekend for maybe three years. Mostly the "animal house" circuit (moose, elks, eagles clubs). It was a fun band. We split because the bass player wanted to play a place one month and the other guitar player wanted a break. Bass player asked if I wanted to play it and I said sure...turns out he had taken the drummer and found another singer (his wife) and a new guitar player and that wad the new band, "Sundown". We played alot too but went through a different guitar player about every three months for a year or two.
My only unpleasant on stage experience came with this band. As I said, we played ALOT during this time. Every weekend, sometimes multiple nights, for about two or maybe three years. We all had jobs too, so we were getting pretty whipped. We had a four night a week booking for a month at an Eagles club. The other guitar player played thru a Marshall JCM 900 with a 4x12 stack and I had a Marshall combo. Toward the end of the month, one Thursday night, the bass player leaned over and told me to turn my amp down, and I complied. About a minute later he told me to turn it down again. I didnt think it was me, It was the other guy, but I turned it down a bit more.On the next song he leaned over and said, loud enough for the mic to pic up "Turn your amp down and leave it the FUCK down!!". Ok. I reached back and turned it off. I started alot of our tunes, and when the next song came up I played just like I always did. There were alot of fuck yous back and forth for a while, most of which the crowd heard. After the next break, I checked the other guys amp and it was on about 8. Mine was never more than 4. The next set, after the third or fourth song i started without any sound, he told me I could turn it back up a bit. Ok, I turned it on and cranked it. He went wild. We had about two weeks to go, so we handled it, then split. Pretty childish when I look back on it, buy like I said, we all had jobs and were playing every week, and when you play multiple night gigs, that is a second job. We were just tired of being around each other. Oh, yeah, the last guitar player at this time and I got in a fight one night too. Maybe it was me, LOL. He actually said he shouldnt have started it....They played together for a while and I went back to the other half and we played for a bit, doing covers and a few originals. I was playing with these guys when my son was born. That was the last night I played with this band, except for some fill in gigs.
About a year later, around 2002, I was asked to play in a project for a girl who was going to record an EP. The only person involved that I knew was the bass player and the producer. We did a six song EP in about two days. It was really good. We hadnt intended to go any further than the EP as a band the the producer and the girl wanted to play some dates so we had to put a band together. with the me and the bass player. We found a guitar player who I knew but had never heard him play. He showed up in the middle of his work shift, with a little Crate amp and his guitar and a wah pedal and proceeded to blow my mind. We played a few shows and cut another CD which sounded horrible and which I got stuck with the bill for.
The girl quit, but didnt really tell us. The band would get together and rehearse every week, and when it seemed like the girl was not going to keep going, the guitar player and I started playing some songs we just liked instead of rehashing the band material over and over. We had worked up about 5 or six songs, and I called a guy I knew to come sing one night. He came over and there you had it.
The HUNG JURY was born. We played our first show ten years ago this month, on my anniversary. We have been through a few drummers, and I have switched to bass about 6 years ago. But the lineup we have now is by far the best. I would play with these guys every night. We do covers, from Led Zepplin to Van Halen, to The Fixx, to Duran Duran, to Kiss, to anything from the 80s. We play once or twice a month, and have four shows this month, by far our busiest.
I played in a few other bands along with "the Jury" since then, and was in four at one time about a year and a half ago, and was playing pretty steady, until I started kidney dialysis, so I quit the others and stayed with HJ. I figured playing with four bands at a time while having the blood siphoned out of you three times a week was a bit much.
I've had fun in every band I've been in, some more than others. But I have made life long friends and gotten to play with some phenomenal musicians along the way and have learned something from every one of them.
Oh, and everyone I told to Fuck Off along the way I have since made up with and get along great with. Except for the first bass players wife. I still cant stand that bitch.