drumzilla

Here is a couple of examples of my desparation. I've resorted to stereo typing. Two guys in their 20's came into my store today. One had dreadlocks. I figure "what the hell, he's got dreads, he must be into music". That was my logic. I ask them if they, or anyone they know can sing. The white rasta tells me he sings R&B but no metal. Strike one. On my way home from practice I stop to get gas at Mobil. I see a group of kids dressed in black, one has long hair. I'm like "Shit, these guys must like metal." So I walk up to this random group of high school kids and ask them if they can sing. I'm so fuckin desperate it's pathetic. Turns out, they can't sing but we spent a half hour talkin about metal bands. One kid took my number and said he'll keep his eyes open. Strike two. If the day was any fuckin longer, I'm sure I would strike out. Now I believe in fate, but this shit is getting ridiculous. A man can only have so much patience. Ooohhhh, singer of my band, where art thou?