So I went to rehearsal with these clowns on Sunday. Got there at 1:45PM for a 2:00PM rehearsal. I was under the impression we'd do 1 1/2 hours with one band, take a break, do 1 1/2 hours with the other band, and be out by 5:45, 6:00PM at the latest.
8: fucking: 15! Really? Those scum-bag motherfuckers! If they had told me the rehearsal was going to go for nearly 7 fucking hours, I'd have told them NO! If they had told me I'd have to teach them their own songs, I'd have said NO!
I'm serious. I had to teach this band their own fucking material. Bear in mind that I wrote the charts based upon live recordings of THEM PLAYING THE FUCKING SONGS! The keyboard player starts giving me some made up jive about how the ending of this one song goes:
"Well, the horns are playing four bars, but the rhythm section's got a 6-bar phrase, and it doesn't exactly line up. It's kinda weird, but it works."
So, it didn't work. But he swore it did. We tried it again. It still train-wrecked. So I had him explain it again.
Then I realized, mid-way through his retarded diatribe: "A-ha! The problem is this dumb fuck can't count to 4!"
I took the chart over to him and gave him the Mickey Mouse Club dancing finger over each note so he could understand where the hath gone awry. Three times I did this. Finally, he acquiesced the point (mind you, he didn't admit he was wrong, I think he was embarrassed. I would be too if I couldn't count to fucking 4.)
Oh well. Just had to vent that. I really shouldn't be bottling this up and then blogging during my planning period, but it's been pissing me off for two days. I still have a nagging cough that would've cleared up by now if I hadn't spent 7 goddamn hours at this rehearsal wasting my time.
Oh, and the AD and his cronies are looking for me again. They want to talk more about "school spirit." Fucking putzes.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
