as a man, i consider it glamorous to have a washcloth for my face, and a seperate one for my ass. this usually makes me think of people that dont see the truth in the mirror and somehow see a reflection of themselves in everybody elses life (uninvited). its some of these same (friends) that remind us that even though communication is theraputic and gap-bridging, talk is cheap. the first band i joined consisted of the usaul drunk/high pirates that sail according to their own rules. the band leader was the weak link, and i only say this because when a band sucks they dont say "you know, "that bass player sucked." they say "that band sucked."so as the bass player plays sucky, you slowly come to the realization that you have to suck to by association. this isnt a revalation but you have to understand that the sucky bass player having the role of band leader didnt help during talks about what the rest of the band needed to do to improve. he had this way of taking credit for everybodys effort to make music he arranged sound like music. we got into a really heated discussion about instruments and their importance and place and he decided to (pull rank) as the band leader and let me know that my thoughts and energy no longer jelled with what he was trying to do. i told him to build the boat before claiming to be captain and i left. i'd rather brush and floss with straight razors and force feed myself sugar than join another situation like that. i learned what not to do and thats priceless when your talking about dealing people and their egos. you dont have to be a musician to relate because if you've ever heard sucky music then just imagine yourself onstage radiating it for the masses. out of desperation i played with people that just liked to play around (ladies, think about it).