I don't normally post stuff like this, but this is particularly frustrating. I played a gig last weekend in Corpus Christi. I was there Friday and Saturday and drove back Saturday night after the show. I accidentially left my duffle bag behind with all my cables, my pedals, etc. I got a call about an hour out of CC from one of the other band members who said they had the bag and would bring it back with them when they came home on Sunday. Ok, great. No problemo. So, I call them middle of this week and ask if I can get my bag back. I don't hear from them, but I have a gig last night and kinda need it. I call Friday and the response is something like this... Me: Hey, can I swing by and pick up my bag. I've got a gig tonight. Other: Well, we don't have it. Me: I thought you brought it back with you. Other: Well, we sort of left it at the hotel. Me: WHAT? Other: I think we called them about it though. (asks other person there if they called the hotel) Other: We left a message for housekeeping. Me: Did they call back? Other: (asks other person if they heard back) Uh, well, we haven't checked our messages for three or four days, so I don't know. Ok, so last Sunday afternoon (they found out on their way back to Houston), they figure out that they don't have my bag. Instead of immediately calling the hotel, they wait until that night and then just leave a message since the housekeeping staff is out. Then, they don't tell me or check their messages for a week. I find out and start calling the hotel who tells me they will check today and call me as soon as they find out something. I also found out that they weren't sure if they left it in the room, in the pub where we played (it's attached to the hotel) or on the STREET when they were loading out!!! Are you frigging kidding me??? I had probably $700-$800 worth of gear in that bag!!! Why not call me Sunday??? And, the best I get is, "If you need us to lend you anything for now, let us know." LEND??? How about replace??? I know it was my fault for leaving it there in the first place. That was my mistake. But, if I would've thought they wouldn't remember it, I would've driven back or called the hotel and the pub to ask them to ship it to me. Am I nuts for being pissed off about this?
You were playing Cassidy's? I like that place, and the owner is a good guy. If I knew your band was playing here I would have gone.
Sorry this happened. This other band sounds like a bad musician stereotype come to life. They can't take responsibility for something, and when they find out they screwed up they don't immediately do everything they can to fix it. (I know all musicians aren't like this, but some...)
I got that same stereotype vibe as well but any musician should be able to tell you how important the equipment is. For a musician of all people to pull this, that is magnified irresponsibility. I just get the feeling this person isn't very responsible in everyday tasks, either. That's my opinion, anyway.
I think it would be weird if you weren't upset. They took responsibility for your bag. They had one "get out of jail free" card. All they had to do was call you on Sunday and say "hey Jeff, we forgot your bag". No problem. Irresponsible but honest so IMO forgivable. Instead they didn't say anything all week and made a weak attempt at getting your bag. Hopefully you get your bag back. If not, you'll get to see their true colors, good or bad.
Why did you wait until the middle of the week to call them? $800 worth of equipment? I would have been waiting at their door when they returned Sunday. If these are guys in YOUR band, you should know if they are responsible people or not. I hope your gear is found Jeff, but the only one I see to blame here is you.
Actually, I did call them first thing Monday. I didn't know when they were getting back, so calling them Sunday wasn't an option. It's not MY band. It is a side band that I play in from time to time. They are responsible people - I thought. I've done similar things for them in other situations. After I called them Monday and didn't hear back (there were complications with their week involving the death of a friend), I made the assumption that they were just busy and I wasn't in a huge hurry. Like I said, I trusted them to have it or call me if they didn't.
I agree with Smokey, Jeff, and Isabel as well. They remind me of my 14 year old son, who's in the self-absorbed, blank look and, "What's that?? What'd ya say?" (after talking with him for 10 minutes) stage of growing up. That's inexcusable. For a 14 year old, sure. These people hung you out to dry, totally.
I'm never doing Corpus Christi again, something screwed up always happens to me there. Sorry bout that J.
You took the risk of trusting them with your equipment, so why are you mad at them? If you cared enough about your gear, you would of went back and picked it up. Your situation is exactly why I dont trust anyone to do anything important for me.
....a fourteen year old homeless kid found the bag around three in the mourning. There it was, sitting all alone, on the corner of a dark and damp street. The kid tucked it under his arm and took it to his makeshift home between 23rd and 22nd street. Crawling into the darkness of his life he opened up the bag beneath a pouring rain, his cold fingers pulled out an old biscuit, and then pulled out something else. Something crafted by man. It was an old orange guitar. And though hungry, and starved, the kid's fingers reached for the guitar first, and began to play it. Yes. That's how it began exactly. The acoustics in the alley were perfect. And because of that fact, the kid created music that no other musician is ever likely to play. An old lady threw him some loose change through the rain. It landed at his feet. But she was not alone, people came to listen to his sound from all over. The music spoke to all peoples homeless, and to all peoples who are not. It was if the kid knew all the secrets of the guitar. But there was a catch. He came to realize he could never leave the alley. You see, when he does, the music begins to die, and he with it. So he stayed there for thirty three years playing an unheard sound. His face never aging the entire time. It was a timeless place. At mid day he would sleep, at night he would play, and this went on in the same way for what seemed like a lifetime. About three years ago the kid got up and leaned the orange guitar against an old dumpster. Nobody saw him walk out of the alleyway. Which means, nobody saw him die. The orange guitar still leans against the old dumpster to this day. People come to play it from all over the world, and everyday they try to walk out of the alley way playing it, but when they do, the music dies. That was, until a man named Jeff, of nearly eighty three years, walked up one day and picked up the guitar. And then walked out. But the music didn't die. There was a great deal of speculation as to why. But nobody ever knew for sure. We haven't seen the orange guitar since, but there are those people, who say the music still haunts the old alley way, and that if you walk quietly through it, you can still hear the kid playing. But there are others who say you are hearing something else. They believe it is the old echo of a guitar that was lost, cried out loud in sadness, and then found its way home.
LOL. Nice, PSJ. Quite imaginative. Sorry, Jeff. Hopefully, you can get it back. If not, just write it off as one of those extremely frustrating things that just happen. You have a good reason to be upset, but assigning blame generally doesn't fix anything. Maybe they were more distracted more than they would normally have been because of their friend's death.
