Growing up Bass Player (Sugar Mountain) (The real End)

No wonder I had such a hard time playing with him. No wonder he never wanted to practice, he didn’t know what he was doing. How could he have played for so many years and never learn how to play the drums? How could I have played with him for so many years, yes years, and never realized why I was having such a hard time playing with him? How could I have blamed myself all these years?

All of these thoughts were running through my mind. I wanted to put down my bass and walk a way. I didn’t because I feel an obligation to the rest of the musicians, the club, and the people who came to here us. I stayed the rest of the night.

Towards the end of the night, Alan (trumpet player) leaned down and listen close to the stage monitor. At the end of the song he exclaimed to everyone, “no wonder it so loud Allen’s (me) bass is coming though the monitor” I knew that was not true but I took a at the mixer. We didn’t have a sound man, everything was mix on stage by, and yes you guessed it, Glen. He not only set the mix, he owned the mixer. My bass sound was not sent to the mixer at all, but Glen’s big ass bass drum mike was and it was on ten. (For any none musicians, unless you are Ted Nugent, that as loud as you can go) I got really mad, but I held it in. I would make it to the end of the night.

At the end of the night I packed bass and start to leave when Gary told everyone there was to be a band meeting. I told him he could stick the band meeting where the sun does not shine and walked out. Alan, being drunk again, through a few parting shot my way, but I ignored him and left the building. (Allen has left the building)

The next morning, my son, who was now in High School, and I, went to the club and picked up the rest of my equipment. I have not played in an established band since.

The End