My friend, who I have not really been getting along with very well lately, offered to bring me a half tab of acid, because he owes me for some other shit. I give him shrooms and beer all the time. This was my first acid trip. Only shrooms and pot before this. I want to preface this by saying I really wanted to have this guy on bass in my band before all this.
He came over, gave me the tab, and I convinced him to jam with me in my music room. That's when he really started flipping out on me. Immediately upon walking into The Room, he started arguing with me about all the soundproofing paneling I put up, which was a gift from a mutual friend. He felt like he was somehow entitled to it because the friend offered it to both of us because he renovated and needed it gone. He then started sketching out about our mutual friend hating him (he doesn't, he is the most chill dude). Then he threatened he was going to rip them down and take some home with him. I was just astounded.
After that, he hopped on my drumset without even asking, and started playing. I just put new fucking heads on the kit. I listened to him play for a while, then I asked to have my sticks so I could show him some music I've been working on. He refused to give me my damn drumsticks! So I had to snatch them out of his hand! He got up and said some nasty shit to me (forget exactly what was said). At that point I said, this is my house, my rules, and be careful because he is about to burn a bridge. I started showing him what I've been working on, and he told me to stop playing. That it's "too loud". I guess he was already tripping on LSD; took some on the way over. So I suggested we jam instead, me on guitar, clean channel, him on bass and he agreed.
As he was tuning up, I went and took a rip off my bong. He snapped at me, to not "smoke that shit in front of him" because he is on probation. Lol, how about that. Whose house is it again?
The entire time we jammed, he only played random shit he was making up, and I had to follow his lead. I kept trying to show him music I was working on, and he kept ignoring me. Then after an hour, he got up and said he wants to drink beer and hang out. I offered to have my girlfriend go buy some beer and we could hang out and play games or something.
Nope, he wanted to go home after all that shit. Honestly I wanted him gone too at that point. I am too god damn nice to be treated this way. But the dude was tripping pretty hard. He told us that he had taken quite a bit more than me. That he does this all the time. That trust him, he's nowhere near as fucked up as me on a half tab. I was concerned for his safety and I didn't think driving home was a safe idea. He kept trying to argue with me and convince me rather than just leaving. We offered him to stay here, girlfriend offered to give him a ride home, etc. Anyway, he decided to leave, so I saw him out the door.
He called when he got home to let me know he made it, and to start arguing with me about how wrong I am and he was perfectly safe. So I asked him if he would drive with his son in the car right now? Nope, of course not. So I asked about all the other people on the road. He really started getting nasty at that point. And then he told me he doesn't want to come over anymore, so I just hung up on him. He blew up my phone after that. I showed my sober girlfriend everything. She pointed out he is being extremely manipulative and childish about it.
So after spending most of the evening tripping while being consumed by all of this, and deciding I don't want this guy in my band, and probably my life as well, I went down to finish a song I've been working on. Decided the lyrics will be about this mess.
I know it's long, but thanks for reading if you made it this far. I had to get it off my chest. It's been bothering me all fucking day.
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Anonymous #1 said: The entire time we jammed, he only played random shit he was making up, and I had to follow his lead. I kept trying to show him music I was working on, and he kept ignoring me. Then after an hour, he got up and said he wants to drink beer and hang out.
Funny how much you can learn about someone just from jamming with them for a bit. If you have someone who's just shredding without really listening to the group, it tells you that person isn't thinking about the sounds they're making in the context of the band. Similarly, it sounds like this guy also has a problem with thinking about his actions in the context of other people's lives.
Dude sounds like a total tool. Your life is better without him. I know bass players are hard to find, but don't give up on playing music. If you've got passion for it, others will gravitate towards that passion, and I'm sure some of them will play bass
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