This just occured to me...
We let our drummer go. He wasnt working out. So we've been auditioning for the last month. I've had 50 responses to my ads, and only 5 actual drummers show up.
Granted, we're asking for some real lifestyle specific things since we're all parents with day-jobs and we only practice on Saturdays, and we're a cover band who only wants to gig once, perhaps twice, per month. And we're an official/unofficial rock band for a Unitarian church, which always leads to confusion....
Of the auditionees:
A guy who played drums like he was sitting behind a drum set for the first time in his life.
A guy who has the same name (different spelling) as our rhythm guitarist.
A guy who has turned all his stuff into a business (Computer=website development, kitchen=catering, car=courier service, video camera=video production, etc),
A Pagan/Wiccan truck driver who has a polyamourous lifestyle,
And a transgentered guy (former girl),
Other sitcom-esque aspects to our band:
Our bassist is a fat guy with a hot wife and two cute kids.
Our rhythm guitarist, Divorced dad with two beautiful teenage daughters, ex race-car driver, and does the acoustic singer-songwriter coffee shop gig circuit around town.
Our Keyboardist/Vocalist is a classically trained soprano who has a PH.D. and is one of the single most oraganized people on Earth.
Our Lead Guitarist (Me) has a genius IQ, but its canceled out by the fact that I'm a blonde sagitarius guitar player with ADHD,
Our Vocalist/Percusionist is a classically trained soprano who is the voice of reason when not wise cracking.
Our soundman has a degree in physics and is married to our keyboardist/vocalist,
And I'm married to our other Vocalist/Percusionist, and together we have 5 kids, plus I have two ex stepkids (totalling 7kids) that I do my best to keep in touch with.
And then theres the dogs... Or the time we set up for a party on my deck, only to have thunderstorm clouds roll in... or how we incessently call our original drummer, who moved to Seattle, begging him to come home... man.. it goes on and on.... this aint the half of it.
http://www.7mysteries.com
We let our drummer go. He wasnt working out. So we've been auditioning for the last month. I've had 50 responses to my ads, and only 5 actual drummers show up.
Granted, we're asking for some real lifestyle specific things since we're all parents with day-jobs and we only practice on Saturdays, and we're a cover band who only wants to gig once, perhaps twice, per month. And we're an official/unofficial rock band for a Unitarian church, which always leads to confusion....
Of the auditionees:
A guy who played drums like he was sitting behind a drum set for the first time in his life.
A guy who has the same name (different spelling) as our rhythm guitarist.
A guy who has turned all his stuff into a business (Computer=website development, kitchen=catering, car=courier service, video camera=video production, etc),
A Pagan/Wiccan truck driver who has a polyamourous lifestyle,
And a transgentered guy (former girl),
Other sitcom-esque aspects to our band:
Our bassist is a fat guy with a hot wife and two cute kids.
Our rhythm guitarist, Divorced dad with two beautiful teenage daughters, ex race-car driver, and does the acoustic singer-songwriter coffee shop gig circuit around town.
Our Keyboardist/Vocalist is a classically trained soprano who has a PH.D. and is one of the single most oraganized people on Earth.
Our Lead Guitarist (Me) has a genius IQ, but its canceled out by the fact that I'm a blonde sagitarius guitar player with ADHD,
Our Vocalist/Percusionist is a classically trained soprano who is the voice of reason when not wise cracking.
Our soundman has a degree in physics and is married to our keyboardist/vocalist,
And I'm married to our other Vocalist/Percusionist, and together we have 5 kids, plus I have two ex stepkids (totalling 7kids) that I do my best to keep in touch with.
And then theres the dogs... Or the time we set up for a party on my deck, only to have thunderstorm clouds roll in... or how we incessently call our original drummer, who moved to Seattle, begging him to come home... man.. it goes on and on.... this aint the half of it.
http://www.7mysteries.com