Sooo...
It turns out that bass players that work on ships are ALL psycho! The one I have to work with got into an arguement with his roommate, who is a bass player from another band on the ship... and it ended up with my bass player calling security because "he felt unsafe". The other bass player happens to be African-American... so... of course the fact that my bass player feels unsafe is, to him, purely racist. This makes feel so mentally stable. Hahahahaha.
Over & out!
Ellert.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Friday, September 14, 2007
Checking in!
Ciao!!!
Just wanted to let you guys know I'm doing great, even with that horrid bass player getting on my nerves. We'll see how he does on this coming cruise. I've heard that Antonio Salci, who is a piano player coming on board is very particular and doesn't let anybody get away with any screw-ups.
I really like our new band leader. He's really positive, treats everybody with respect AND drinks a lot with me in the crew bar, hehehe. I guess you could say that I like him as much as I dislike the bass player.
We had another argument the other day, so as before I will be 'ME' and he will be 'BP'.
The celebrity orchestra is sitting backstage having a laugh before the 2nd show with Jennifer Fair. BP decides to attract attention to himself by taking the strap of his bass and use it as a skipping rope. ME looks over and comments the following, as an anecdote:
ME: Man! You've got a bad case of A.D.D.
BP makes no comeback to this harmless anecdote and the orchestra plays a pretty good 2nd show. When the houselights come on in the theater and BP turns to ME and says:
BP: Hey, man! Don't ever accuse me of having A.D.D. or I will fuck you up
ME: You're kidding, right?
BP: No, I'm not. I will fuck you up.
ME: Are you serious?
BP: Absolutely.
ME: You know I was kidding, right?
BP: That shit is not funny to me! If you ever say that again I will fuck you up.
ME: Alright, whatever.
ME is upset by this threat of physical violence and decides to report BP to his supervisor. The following day, during rehearsal for a guest entertainer, BP comes up to ME and says:
BP: (Grinning like a retard) You know I was kidding yesterday, right?
ME: No... you weren't.
BP: Yes I was. I guess you just didn't get it.
ME: I know you weren't kidding. You were just trying to bully me into some kind of submission or some twisted shit like that.
BP: Well, you obviously don't know me very well.
ME: That's right, and let's keep it that way.
Ever since this happened, BP has been busy kissing ME's ass, trying to make up for his wrongdoing... ME is very happy about that... ME has won the war.
Smell you guys later.
Ellert!
Just wanted to let you guys know I'm doing great, even with that horrid bass player getting on my nerves. We'll see how he does on this coming cruise. I've heard that Antonio Salci, who is a piano player coming on board is very particular and doesn't let anybody get away with any screw-ups.
I really like our new band leader. He's really positive, treats everybody with respect AND drinks a lot with me in the crew bar, hehehe. I guess you could say that I like him as much as I dislike the bass player.
We had another argument the other day, so as before I will be 'ME' and he will be 'BP'.
The celebrity orchestra is sitting backstage having a laugh before the 2nd show with Jennifer Fair. BP decides to attract attention to himself by taking the strap of his bass and use it as a skipping rope. ME looks over and comments the following, as an anecdote:
ME: Man! You've got a bad case of A.D.D.
BP makes no comeback to this harmless anecdote and the orchestra plays a pretty good 2nd show. When the houselights come on in the theater and BP turns to ME and says:
BP: Hey, man! Don't ever accuse me of having A.D.D. or I will fuck you up
ME: You're kidding, right?
BP: No, I'm not. I will fuck you up.
ME: Are you serious?
BP: Absolutely.
ME: You know I was kidding, right?
BP: That shit is not funny to me! If you ever say that again I will fuck you up.
ME: Alright, whatever.
ME is upset by this threat of physical violence and decides to report BP to his supervisor. The following day, during rehearsal for a guest entertainer, BP comes up to ME and says:
BP: (Grinning like a retard) You know I was kidding yesterday, right?
ME: No... you weren't.
BP: Yes I was. I guess you just didn't get it.
ME: I know you weren't kidding. You were just trying to bully me into some kind of submission or some twisted shit like that.
BP: Well, you obviously don't know me very well.
ME: That's right, and let's keep it that way.
Ever since this happened, BP has been busy kissing ME's ass, trying to make up for his wrongdoing... ME is very happy about that... ME has won the war.
Smell you guys later.
Ellert!
Sunday, September 9, 2007
Gung ho!!!
What's up people???
Aight... We're sailing away from istanbul as I'm typing this post. I went to see Murder King again and they were phenomenal, as I expected. They played Creeping Death followed by Sad but True, fuckin' awesome.
I've had some run-ins with the new bass player, unfortunately. He keeps finding faults in other people's playing yet is oblivious to his own faults. For example: Before the second Broadway show this cruise, he had the nerve to start dissing other people in the band. Here's how our conversation went.
Bass Player (BP) : Ben (the trumpet player) is not giving us anything to build on when he starts "Never on a sunday"
ME: Hey man! When you play all the right notes in this show, you can start thinking about what other people are doing right or wrong
BP: Oh, don't get me started on you, man.
ME: Go ahead... start. What do you think about my playing?
BP: (backing out) Oh, I'm not that kind of person.
The end
Since then he's been fucking up rehearsals with guest entertainers and excusing himself by saying "Oh, I was falling asleep, man" and then leaning towards me and saying how this whole thing is so boring that he keeps losing focus... what a bunch of horseshit. He's gonna get fired... I can just feel it.
Anyway, anybody pregnant???
See ya,
Ellert
Aight... We're sailing away from istanbul as I'm typing this post. I went to see Murder King again and they were phenomenal, as I expected. They played Creeping Death followed by Sad but True, fuckin' awesome.
I've had some run-ins with the new bass player, unfortunately. He keeps finding faults in other people's playing yet is oblivious to his own faults. For example: Before the second Broadway show this cruise, he had the nerve to start dissing other people in the band. Here's how our conversation went.
Bass Player (BP) : Ben (the trumpet player) is not giving us anything to build on when he starts "Never on a sunday"
ME: Hey man! When you play all the right notes in this show, you can start thinking about what other people are doing right or wrong
BP: Oh, don't get me started on you, man.
ME: Go ahead... start. What do you think about my playing?
BP: (backing out) Oh, I'm not that kind of person.
The end
Since then he's been fucking up rehearsals with guest entertainers and excusing himself by saying "Oh, I was falling asleep, man" and then leaning towards me and saying how this whole thing is so boring that he keeps losing focus... what a bunch of horseshit. He's gonna get fired... I can just feel it.
Anyway, anybody pregnant???
See ya,
Ellert
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