Ok I was contacted by a band in Gallatin Tennessee one time about auditioning for thier group. They said they knew my ex girlfriend from Seattle and she had been ranting and raving about my playing for years. The guy laughed and said that if an ex was saying nothing but good about your playing while hating you personally he figured I must be good. He listed a string of booked gigs that was already there and made a pretty decent pitch. I agreed to drive down and check them out. I didn't ask anything but assumed they were alt country or roots rock because my ex was totally into that style of music. I had also been booking heavily in the genre so I just assumed. Well you know what they say when you assume you make an ass of u and me. I pulled up at the practice place 2 hrs later and walk to the door. I was met by this super long curly haired guy with an early 80's heavy metal t-shirt that was dirtier than last months hustler magazine (at least I'm told last month was pretty bad lol) I had packed my tele and Peavey classic amp because it has more of a twang to it you catch my drift. I unpack and set up my rig. The rest of the band didn't look any different. I figured it was reject night at the local Motley Crue look-a-like bar and grill. Hating that I missed my opportunity to play Mick Mars ( the guitarist for Motley Crue) and smear mascara ( I am so lost about mascara I dont even know how to spell it lol) over my obviously stunned looking face. I slung my uhm axe?! lol over my shoulder and prepped to rock it out. We broke into some songs and it was obvious..........I was right 80's metal to the bone. I thought hey man when in Rome.... So I shredded through like it was my primary style of playing. Well we rocked hard for probably 3 hrs and believe it or not it was fun. After it was over I was packing up my gear and the lead singer (the big guy,the head honcho, the main man of musical mascara marks) approached me. I anticipated a "Dude we enjoyed it but I think we are gonna try to find somebody more suitable for the style." type of speech at which point I was fully prepared (and excited) to say well thanks for having me man and good luck this isn't really my thing anyways. So Mr. Tall Dark and Mascara-y walks up and extends his hand. I grabbed it and shook his hand firmly and looked into his blacked out eyes. "Dude,....." here it came just like I thought " You rock man we have a gig Thusday downtown in Nashville can you get there about 5pm?" yikes I had landed the job what now? I kinda laughed and told him "Man ya'll kick but it is not my thing. I appreciate ya'll inviting me to audition and all but I just can't join right now." I think I saw a tear run down his face or maybe it was just a sweat trail through his rouge blush. He tried to talk me into taking he gig but I wouldn't do it. I loaded my gear back into my caddy and turned it toward the bluegrass state. That was the last I ever saw of that band.