Stardom is something that I have dreamed about for years. When I was 12 I knew that I wanted to be a Rockstar. And now as I type this and look around, I realize that my dream hasn’t come true yet. Not that I hate my cube, but really if I was living the life, I would be either in between two hot woman, or passed out from the night prior. The reason I bring this up is that last night I was given word that the bass player in the band that I play in, is leaving. Now it’s not for some other band, or anything like that, in fact he didn’t give us an answer or reason. Let me though give you an idea about who this kid is and how I came to know him. In the Denver music scene, you will find kids who have known one another for 10 plus years. Being from Seattle, I was a bit outside of the loop when it came to knowing people when I first came to Denver. Previously to this band, I was in another one that was moderately successful in Denver.
After the fold of my last band, I started my search for greener pastures. In my search I had gotten a few calls from some already established bands looking to add a guitarist. In the few bands that I jammed with, it was made very clear that I would be playing what someone else was writing, and if I wanted to add something, I needed to look else where. To say the least it frustrated me, and help me put into perspective what allot of musicians in Denver fall into. It has many names, but I like to call it being a pre-Madonna. Yes the terrible stigma of thinking you are the greatest thing since sliced bread. The bands that I played with all felt that they were the only band in the world doing what they were doing, but traveling around the country you know that for every one band in Denver, there are 20 more doing the same thing in another cities around the country. Frustrated I turned to want ads on Craig’s list.
Hitting the online want ads, I felt good that I would meet some cool people who were like minded. At first it seemed like I was on the right track. I met a really cool person guy who now I would consider to be my best friend. We wrote some music, but it didn’t really go anywhere. During that time I also met my now former bass player. He introduced me to some people he knew, and one thing led to another, and bam we were a band. Up until last night things were going really well, and from what I thought we were planning to record and expose the fruits of our labor to the public. After I got the text, yes that’s right text, I was pissed, not only because he was dropping out, but because it was done via text. After I got off the phone with the singer, I thought long and hard about why he was having cold feet.
Laying in bed, I remember that the three bands that my former Bass player was in, he quit. I never asked him why, but I did ask the former band members he played with, and they all said he quit within a few months of joining because they said he didn’t like what the band was doing. When thinking about this, everything began to come to light. He mentioned that he wanted to play a certain type of music. I don’t like to define what music fit’s into what, but I am open to playing whatever is brought to the table. I was finally able to get a hold of my former Bass player, and yes my suspicions were, in fact, confirmed. I chalked it up to creative differences, and said goodbye. Once I was done talking I really wasn’t that surprised, and he sounded like another Denver musician who was to big for there britches. I wish him well, but I have met about 300 of these people in Denver, and to my recollect there are no record execs breaking down the door for these people. It’s hard not to have sour grapes about the whole thing, but when you thrive in a music scene that is fickler then most, you get used to it.
-Ty