"Wanna get together tonight and run thru some songs, and I can put those band photos I've got onto your external hard drive?"
OK, yes yes, sounds good. Let's do it. We really need to get together and do this, matey.
"I'll give you a call later this arvo, and you can come 'round then."
Flash-forward to 6pm this evening... Matt rings me back.
"I fell asleep. Let's make it a raincheck for tonight...?"
Look, he does this time and time and time again. He's a fooking unreliable human being. He speaks himself up all the time, wants to do this, do that. But when the crunch comes, he's a class-A fook-up. He never comes thru with anything.
Matt: "This band is the most important thing in my life right now..."
Recording? We hardly did any - anything of value. Getting song arrangements tight together? He never turned up or took notes or remembered things. Private practice and 'homework'? Nil. Mixing some demos? He simply wasn't home when he said to come around. Arranging alternative rehearsal space? Nothing. Nada. Nix. Returning phone calls, text messages or emails. Nope.
He drinks. Like all - the - time. Or he's hungover... or worse...
And I'm well and truly sick of his bull$#it.
If it were possible, and it was my call (and it's not), I'd kick his arse out of this band.
He's a classic time-waster.
I'm sick and tired of having to carry his sorry ass musically for the last NINE months!!!
I've been patient enough, maybe too patient. But that's enough, surely.
rant < / >
Peas be with ewe
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