Ok so I got a message asking if I could come along to a rehearsal/jam. Funk/disco etc. Im thinking cool, I love a jam, my favourite genre. Set up and the guitarist and drummer ask me how many basslines I know on the spot. I say, well I know Chic's good Times, For Once in my Life, Patrice Rushen's Forget me Nots. 3 was enough for 2 hours I thought. I know them like the back of my hand. Start with Good times, open strings etc. The song has a rhythm guitar all the way through. The guitarist had some sort of effects board that was a meter long.
4 bars in the guy starts soloing. So I stop playing. I ask in a polite manner, Nile Roger's doesn't play a solo on this. They then ask what else do I know. So I start the slap part from Forget me Nots. He's playing the keys part on the guitar, and low and behold he starts soling again.. They then said lets just have a jam, so I'm like ok lets play over a C minor. a simple as simple is. Hugely awkward. The drummer had no timing at all and played like a wet lettuce. There was no groove going on. IMO I played everything required, with a few light fills here and there.
Left the building sharpish. Then got a call the next day saying I wasn't right for them and didn't know enough material for them to get going live. Really.? I think you both shouldn't be playing music. Im not offended and was glad I got out of there.. I was totally baffled by the whole experience. Probably the worst musical encounter ever.
end of rant.