So I joined the band I'm in a little over a year ago. Get along great with everyone, we've written some cool tunes and are 75% finished recording a full length album. Everyone is really excited about the album, it's a first for all of us to have an actual full length album and not just a 4 song demo. Well, some of us are, I guess.
I've got this Hyundai Accent that needs some work done to the clutch. I called my guitarist, (the warehouse space is in his name) to see if it was cool with him if I parked the car in front of our practice spot because the guy in the bay next to us was going to fix it for me. He told me it wasn't a problem at all.
I knew joining this band that the drummer is a lunatic. He'll go 8 months being the nicest guy and then just flip. Nose candy has a play in this as well. I never once thought I would be in the dude's crosshairs but I was in the studio tonight with my bassist and guitarist and asked my guitarist if he talked to the drummer recently. I called him monday but he said he was busy and acted like he didn't even know who I was.
"Yeah, I talked to him."
....."How is he?"
"Oh, psychotic as ever."
That irked me. It told me right away that I was now his target of choice because my guitarist would have told me what the problem was right away if it weren't me. So after practice I talked to my bass player who has been a good friend for the last 10 years and asked him what he thought.
"Look, I was told not to tell you this, but when Bill (guitarist) went to get his gear to bring here to record, he saw someone wrote on the side of your car in marker, something about "Get this piece of shit out of here" or something. He asked the mechanic next door if he knew anything about that and he said he saw Brian (drummer) do it. That's all I know."
What. The. Fuck.
So I go over to the practice space and sure as shit, right above the driver side windows in big, black marker it says "MOVE THIS PIECE OF SHIT OR I'LL DESTROY IT!". I open the practice room door and all his drums are gone, there's a fuckin Sharpie sitting right there on the floor and the setlist he wrote on the dry erase board matches the hand writing on my car perfectly.
I've never once had bad words with my drummer. Not ONCE. Two weeks ago I called and asked him if my former drummer could play his set because I hadn't seen the dude in 7 years and he was in town for 3 days, we wanted to jam. He flat out said no and acted rather offended that I'd even ask.
The only other thing that I could think I did to piss him off is I went and saw our former guitarist (who HE kicked out against my wishes) new band play and told them I'd maybe record some vocals for them if I found time. Drummer may have caught wind of that, but still, I can record whatever the fuck I want, when I want to with whoever I want to. And I never actually recording anything.
Aside from those two things, I can't think of anything I possibly could have done to piss him off. The last time I saw him we had a couple beers and celebrated him finishing his drum tracks. I've talked to him twice in the last 3 weeks and he hasn't said a word to me about ANYTHING.
I'm also a bit perturbed with my guitarist, who has known about this for a week and hasn't said shit. I asked him what was up with the drummer tonight and he said nothing. I just know that if I showed up at our practice space and saw something of his damaged, I'd call the dude and tell him.
We're supposed to practice tomorrow but I went in and grabbed all my shit tonight. I'll show up and give him a chance to explain himself and then I'll make my exit. As for the record, I want to finish what I started. This last batch of 4 tunes were written 75% by me are pretty cool tunes. My bassist is recording everything and has control over where the tracks are going when they're done and he said tonight that if I quit for sure, he's done as well.
It's fucking AMAZING to me that someone would go into self-sabotage mode like this. One week he's telling me he's so happy I'm in the band and the next he's fucking writing shit on my car. No phone calls, no visits to tell me he has an issue, nothing.
Some people really shouldn't do drugs.
What's really going to piss him off now is that our former guitarist's new band has a whole album worth of tunes waiting for vocals and my schedule just opened right the fuck up. There's bad blood between them and though I'm not vengeful or vindictive, I have NO problem watching full grown adults lie in the bed they've made.
Not surprising at all really. Welcome to the world of music and flakey ass musicians.