Mojo.
I've had more sick days than healthy days since fucking October. This latest thing just won't quit. No sooner do I feel like I've turned the corner, than the damned thing reloads and hits me again.
I am so over it. I snapped a little at rehearsal Monday night after several times having to sing the same impossible song over again because "we" were fucking it up. It was one of those nights where everything is a challenge, everything is a trainwreck. My voice was shot, I was in a bad mood thanks to you fucking clowns
and my patience level was zero.
After the bass player began the evening by asking if his buddy from Germany could sit in on drums for a song or two at a show next month (I agreed, reluctantly), he then asked what I thought about bringing his "Smoking hot" female friend on stage to sing "Voices Carry"...
My response was a tad vicious, albeit completely warranted. It included such classic rebuttals as "we aren't a fucking karaoke band", "If she's so great, maybe she should start her own fucking band", and "How in the fuck am I supposed to worry about a bunch of unknown commodities joining us on stage at a paid gig when we can't get through a 45 minute set in rehearsal without fucking it up on songs we've already played a thousand gawddammed times?!?!".
My message got through. I got a very apologetic email later. Gebus, sometimes you just have to be a dick to reign shit in before it reaches critical mass.