I had a very odd 'audition' a couple of weeks ago. I'd studied myself half to death to get their whole set down, I had charts for every song written out and bound, in order into a ring binder, I was calm, confident and ready to play.
Turned up at the designated Sarf-London sh*t-hole at the designated time, there was nobody there. Sat in my car, melting. People started to drift in over the next hour or so, then it emerged that their regular room was not available. Eventually we got into a room, 90 minutes after I was told that I needed to be setup and ready to go.
I set up and started to warm up and immediately one of them came over to me, and told me I was 'too trebly'.
That's my sound, it growls underneath and cuts through on top, said I.
Too trebly.
They had a new umpty track mixer desk for this rehearsal. They'd never used it before. I was repeatedly told to 'be quiet' so that they could read the manual to try to get the blasted thing working. Forty five minutes later it was ready.
In the end, I played about three songs (I'd learned about 30) through gritted teeth, then packed up and left. And drove the one hour home without taking a breath between each swear word.
Still, I can laugh about it now......