George
My brother and I played together in several bands in FL, GA area. We started to feel like dumb asses since we were totally focused and the other guys, well...not so much.
An example - we had a passable singer in Atlanta and had done a few decent gigs - then he quits. Why? Because he had earned enough $$ to pay for his stripper wife's breast implants. We were at his house celebrating a good gig when he dropped that little bomb.
But wait there's more: He called his wife out and asked if we'd like to see her boobs! You never saw two country boys hit the door so fast!
Sometimes though, if you are going to play at all - you have to put up with other people's 'different' priorities. I hate it though. I'm thinking of grabbing a bass job in a cover outfit just to be playing, and the thought of dealing with all that sh*t again is pretty depressing.
Talbot