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I'm in the process of looking for a replacement for my second guitarist, who is amicably leaving the band 11/1. He doesn't like the direction we're going in, which is newer, more recognizable material. OK, fine. I like the guy, but he's lost in the sixties. He wants to play Gerry & The Pacemakers stuff. Go figure.
I have ads all over the Internet and going into the local music rag this week. I have spoken to about 15 guitarists so far. We've had one guy come down to audition. Over the phone he tells me he's into Mick Taylor, Eric Clapton, Leslie West, Paul Kossoff. Great. He comes down and immediately starts playing Eddie Van Halen licks with that awful pinched, compressed tone that I hate. Scratch him off the list.
Then, I get a Deadhead. He sends me to his website and the idiot already has two bands, a Dead tribute, and a Phish tribute. Puh-leeeze. Go away! No Dead music allowed in my band.
Then there was the mercenary. First question out of his mouth is, "How much do the gigs pay." See ya later, alligator.
Then, there was the doofus who couldn't dial my phone number correctly even after I gave it to him twice.
Then, there was the lawyer from Upper Saddle River (an extremely affluent town), who, when questioned as to whether he sang, replied, "Well, yes, but you would be the best judge as to whether or not I sounded good." He also told me he hadn't played in a band in 20 years. Exit, stage left.
Then, there was another lawyer who was pretty much only interested in the money. Don't you make anough being a lawyer?
Then, there were the 9 or so guys who sound promising. Two are coming down Thursday night. Two more next Wednesday, and on we go. I have a feeling that we'll know the "right guy" when he appears. Kind of like meeting your future wife. You just know.
Here's another interestiung thing; my bro-in-law plays guitar and sings pretty well and used to play in bands but hasn't for years. He wants a shot at the gig. I agreed, but told him he would be treated like any other guy auditioning, that I couldn't show favoritism.
Needless to say, it's been an interesting couple of weeks and promises to become more interesting still.
I have ads all over the Internet and going into the local music rag this week. I have spoken to about 15 guitarists so far. We've had one guy come down to audition. Over the phone he tells me he's into Mick Taylor, Eric Clapton, Leslie West, Paul Kossoff. Great. He comes down and immediately starts playing Eddie Van Halen licks with that awful pinched, compressed tone that I hate. Scratch him off the list.
Then, I get a Deadhead. He sends me to his website and the idiot already has two bands, a Dead tribute, and a Phish tribute. Puh-leeeze. Go away! No Dead music allowed in my band.
Then there was the mercenary. First question out of his mouth is, "How much do the gigs pay." See ya later, alligator.
Then, there was the doofus who couldn't dial my phone number correctly even after I gave it to him twice.
Then, there was the lawyer from Upper Saddle River (an extremely affluent town), who, when questioned as to whether he sang, replied, "Well, yes, but you would be the best judge as to whether or not I sounded good." He also told me he hadn't played in a band in 20 years. Exit, stage left.
Then, there was another lawyer who was pretty much only interested in the money. Don't you make anough being a lawyer?
Then, there were the 9 or so guys who sound promising. Two are coming down Thursday night. Two more next Wednesday, and on we go. I have a feeling that we'll know the "right guy" when he appears. Kind of like meeting your future wife. You just know.
Here's another interestiung thing; my bro-in-law plays guitar and sings pretty well and used to play in bands but hasn't for years. He wants a shot at the gig. I agreed, but told him he would be treated like any other guy auditioning, that I couldn't show favoritism.
Needless to say, it's been an interesting couple of weeks and promises to become more interesting still.
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