Bandmates. Who needs them?
It happens to every band sooner or late. A massive arguement and you all end up hating each other and vowing never to play together.
I’ve been fairly lucky with band mates all round. Usually we’ve got along just great. Of course there have been a few fallings out, but that’s pretty inevitable. But it’s never come even close to violent before. But the other night it almost came to blows between me and Dave.
It was a completely dumb argument. Needless to say, we were pretty drunk at the time. Even so, there was some real malice from both of us. When you’re out on the wrong, resentments tend to build up over time. When you start arguing, they’re going to explode all over the place. And they certainly did explode.
I can’t remember how the actual ruckus got started. We just kinda bustled into each other. It got broken up pretty much straight away.
In the cold light of day, we’re still very much friends. We worked through a few things and I guess it’s for the best that a few issues got aired. There has to be a better way though. Some way to stop the resentments building up in the first place. Although Naomi Campbell style anger management training would probably be taking it a little too far.