As per usual, the urge to write hits me during bouts of insomnia or just before I'm about to fall asleep.
Recently I've wanted to get back into the habit of writing. Myspace is starting to feel like a sinking ship, so I created a blogspot account.
Recent trials and tribulations:
I threw up a craigslist ad a few days ago seeking bands or musicians looking for a drummer and the responses have been abysmal. I actually decided to ignore the ones I've gotten so far and I almost never do that. I consider it to be extremely poor craigslist etiquette.
Rewind to 2 months ago: I put an ad up looking for musicians to collaborate with and one of the responses I got was this guy who wanted to jam on some power pop. Sounded promising enough but there were 2 major setbacks; the dude just learned to play guitar six months earlier and worse still he's a severe manic depressive.
The first thing that tipped me off was that after he sent his first email, he couldn't wait an hour or two for me to reply before sending 2 more emails the length of a fucking novella. He unloaded every banal thought that entered his mind, least of which had to do with the music he wanted to make. I put this aside and humored him long enough to talk shop. From there it just got out of hand. Before we even got to the topic of setting a time to meet and jam (which I was not really inclined to do anyway) he got all freaked out and called the whole thing off, saying he was getting overwhelmed and then he started in with his problems with addiction. ...it was nuts.
So back to the present: That same guy was the first fucking person to respond to the ad I put up a few days ago. It gets better though, the next response I got was from a convicted sex offender.
He dropped the names of a few awesome bands, but as soon as I saw his stupid ass nick name at the bottom of the email I immediately remembered the scandal from a few years ago. ...and yeah, it was like walking into a fart.
I realize I could seriously improve my chances of meeting musicians by going to shows again. But I feel totally out of touch with the scene(s) in this town.
Something to work on.