In 2003, I was the bassist in a band that fit me perfectly, musically. In that context, I was able to express myself so well, to create in collaboration with some incredible musicians. I was a large creative force in the group, and my efforts were returned with the technical knowledge that I didn't have beforehand.
Unfortunately, the drummer was a tremendous prick. We argued quite a bit, and it lead them to search for my replacement behind my back. Always unsuccessfully. Either they couldn't find anyone that would suit them better than me, or the talented ones wouldn't play with them due to their personal reputations.
After a huge fight in the studio, the drummer crossed a serious line and I quit on the spot. They felt betrayed, as they had taught me so much about the industry. I felt that I had to leave to preserve my integrity and self-respect. Similar to girl/boyfriend breakups, I guess. Hence the song...
No Fun - I never hurt anybody but you
That's the price of love
At least a love that's true
I never used up anybody before
I'm a bastard, I know
I never used up anyone
Until they were No Fun
No Fun - Backed in a corner I let you fall
To your own disgrace
You still don't see it at all
No Fun - I didn't mean it it's what I do
To hold myself above
To protect me from you
I never used up anybody before
I'm a bastard, I know
I never used up anyone
Until they were No Fun
No Fun - Next to you everything went pale
Your ego ruled your world
And now you're tired and oh-so stale.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
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