I loved the thread in this forum "stupidest reason for being fired from a band." This is a variant of that thread, not to be off-topic on the other one. I find reading Musicians Wanted/Avail ads frustrating, yet entertaining at the same time. Same with going on auditions, frustrating during the moment, but often a laugh later on. Please share any: strange audition moments odd phone conversations regarding Muso ads wacky craigslist email conversations etc. projects that just did gel because of personality differences (short while projects) Here's a couple of mine. First a phone call. This was from the Want Ad Press in NJ back in the early 90s before the internet was widely used. I respond to an ad from a bass player or drummer looking for a guitarist. Phone picks up, and all I say is... Me: Hi, I am responding to the guitarist ad in the Want Ad press. Other person: "Dude... I really don't have time for this right now." Click. Me into terminted phone connection: but it was your ad???? Another: I was trying to start something with a drummer who I clicked pretty well with. But we had problems getting other people. So he tells me he's got a girl vocalist, and she knows a rehearsal place and it will cost us a few bucks each. So we get there, and all she wants to do is Alanis Morisette covers, the entire first album I believe... (no mention of a tribute band) and maybe one or two other songs. Melissa Etheridge possibly. Now this is about 7-8 years after Jagged Little Pill came out- I could have seen it when the album was hot. But nobody was listening to this in clubs by then. I politely mention this from a marketing angle, and she said "but wait until the audience hears my delivery" blah blah... Ok fine... so we start to play. First, she sings in the rehearsal room with her back facing all the musicians and toward a wall which is about 3 feet in front of her face. Posed like she is on stage. (Rest of us all face toward the center of room or the drummer, as comes natural in that setting). Next, she refers to the drummer as "my drummer" and the way it was said, nearly did it in for me. I finished out the hour or so of Alanis torture until we were finished. We talked about a follow-up next week, but when I got home I called the drummer and brought up the "my drummer" crap, and he agreed it was too bossy so we decided no-go. I agreed to give her a courtesy call so she didn't show up at the place without us, and left her a voice mail. She wasn't that bad, just a little young and very green, but the other issue was inflexibility when asked about other material.