After playing together for so long and really polishing our sound we kept getting offers to play out, finnaly we took an offer up only to find out that our guitarist had stage fright syndrome..(the little fucker coulda told us!!!). It was a slow demise from that point on. At first we were only doing it for fun and our own enjoyment. We played for ourselves and a close-knit group of friends. But we were getting too good (if I do say so myself) to be playing in the basement all the time. And I was quite proud of the songs I was writing and I wanted to play them out. I figured this could be a way to find us a new drummer. But first we had to find a new guitarist.
We found an awesome guitarist, probably the best guitarist I have ever played with but the guy was a freak. And on top of that, he refused to do any original material until we could sucessfully do 10 covers. He was very stringent on this that number, it had to be 10. So we gave him a list of about 40 covers that we had been doing over the last 3 years, he knew most of them already so we picked 10 and off we went. We had some great originals during that stint and even found a new drummer for a while through our new guitarist.
We were there ...finally. But this guitarist was impossible. He wanted to keep picking up off-the-wall-covers...things like Yngwie Malmsteen and Old Jeff beck obscurities so he could be the star. He was an awesome guitarist without all that but it was a constant fight with him, but we tried to work through it anyway. We did end up doing a killer version of "Frankenstien" by Edgar Winter. But other than that it was just a continual pain in the ass.
All this was too good to be true...With a new found sense of power the guitarist and new drummer approached us and demanded that we stop writing anymore originals and pick up cover songs of "Big Hair Bands" so we can play in the bars. Luckily, the door didn't hit either of them in the ass on the way out.
So quickly we found yet another guitarist,and we were a 3some again. He was a rookie but he had great potential. So we went with it and it seemed ok. This dudes only problem is that he was addicted to chew, and he left beer bottles full of that monkey shit all over the basement. Then one day he met a girl and we never saw him again. I here he stopped chewing though.
Well thats all im gonna write for this part. If anyone actually ever decides to read this then I may put in another section of true-life band stories. I have some pretty hilarious ones so we will see what happends. Thats all for now folks.
