Hi

I just had a revolting recollection.

A story above reminded of a former band I played bass with. The drummer, nursing his drinking problem with copious quantities of the amber nectar, remarked between songs when he saw some people leaving (they didn't look like our kinda folk anyway, I hope that doesn't offend) "Sure just leave! Just fucking leave! We don't like you either. Tell all your friends! Fuck you." I was so embarrassed and angry all at once that I could have died right there and been happier for it. Needless to say, he didn't respond at our break to reason from the rest of the band, and he didn't when he sobered up either. I finished out the bookings and took my leave.

My only regret is I really liked the front man of the group and would have kept working with him, but he took the oportunity to go solo. I sincerely regret that this happened so close to home that occasionally I'm reminded of it. To boot, the front man can't get a job at that establishment again, after years of occasional gigs there, because of that one incident.

The drummer btw doesn't speak to me because I broke up his band! No Yoko Ono jokes please.

Peace, Mooh.