Growing up Bass Player (Sugar Mountain) (My struggle with the drummer)

 The struggle with the drummer and me was on going.  Glen continued to not to practice with the rest of the band.  Glen didn’t actually refuse to practice, he just always had other things to do or no one could find him. This meant that each member of the group pretty much learn their part of the song on there own. Very seldom did any of us practice together.  Occasionally Gary and I would learn a song together.  The only thing Alan practiced was his drinking.

I know all of that sound pretty bad, but it really wasn’t. It just could have been so much better. We stayed together for the better part of 10 years.  We have some good times. We develop quite a following, groups of people who showed up when ever and where ever we played. They treated us as if we were rock stars.  The bars loved us because we brought our own crowd.  We were always booked a year in advance.  We made great money. In retrospect I sometime wish I would have moved on sooner.  The trouble was, there was no were as a bass player to move on to.  I probably should have pack up and left Montana. But alas, I was caught up in my day job, which I loved, and raising two wonderful children.  No regrets.

I never associated with any of my band mates outside of the band except for, yes you guessed it, the drummer Glen. I never really liked Glen all that much but he was easy to get along with. I had hoped to maybe engage him in some practice time. That never happened. He introduce me to that magic white power. I probably would not have partaken if it weren’t for the fact that he paid for it and supplied it for the whole band. He always had more money than sense. When his money ran out so did the drugs. That make it easy to quit, I had no source except him.

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