I went to a "jam night" to play my bass and it was a very scary experience. I felt for Emu when he had a panic attack going through Atlanta even though when I went through I picked rush hour and it was bumper to bumper
. So I get the balls to go down to a Jam night with my hand made Italian fucking loud bitchen bass amp and set up and everything seems cool. I order a beer and relaxed on a bench/bar table thing and watch bitch face organizer do her stupid acoustic "original material" boring shit. Another stupid ass Acoustic douche bag idiot recognizes me from the stupid ass Facebook@com faggot site and say's "Hey I recognizes you from the Facesbookcom" I ignore him politely but give him the thumbs up and a look of "hey you might be cool enough to play with me someday". Bitch face is on stage and I'm behind her thinking "this is the only place I would ever be comfortable" and proceed to accompany her and then she turns her head very quickly and mouths something...I can't hear her and she say's something again and I say "huh?" and she say's "don't play" and I say "why" and then she says "you have never heard the song before so you wouldn't know the changes" and I left
