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I was asked over the phone recently by my younger brother, who is a 

drummer, if I would be interested in performing with his band in mid-January 2012. This may not seem like any big deal….on the surface.

Scraping off the surface there are countless reasons that made me, almost as if a reflex, say “No.” My brother, who had obviously had a couple of drinks, knows my situation with regards to performing in a live band again. The lure of $250 for me didn’t even enter the equation.

Firstly is my intolerance of most musicians. There is then the environment.  The venue is at a friend of my brother’s place. He’s apparently having a stage built. 

Then there are the patrons. I’d bet my back teeth that there will be drugs galore at the event. I’ve never really been into drugs and don’t have much time to spare talking to stoned people.

The biggest reason for my refusal is the fact that there will be booze galore. Like stoned people, I have little time for talking to drunk people.

The final nail in the coffin is the fact that I still don’t trust myself amidst an alcohol-fest.

My brother hung up on me. I’m used to that when he’s had a few drinks. I went to bed with a clear conscience and my brother rang the next morning in an apologetic mood.

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