That band I mentioned was the "what might have been" band for me. The drummer was super talented... he plays in a band that still routinely sells out at pretty big venues (House of Blues, etc.) all over the country. Our lead guitar player was a young wizard with great tone and feel. I could sing, write, and play guitar and a little keys.
Trouble was, we couldn't reliably fill the bass player's spot. The guy who was playing bass when I showed up was a few years older than us, and had a new wife and a career as an engineer, and he was sort of "over it" as far as grinding out the commitment needed to be a serious band. So he nicely told us we should find another bass player.
In the 90's, there was no internet, and you had to find a bass player by hanging messages at music stores and advertising in the local alternative paper. So we auditioned 4 different players in consecutive weeks, and my drummer friend and I still marvel at the parade of incompetence that followed.
One bassist was under the impression that "band practice" meant that everyone was gonna get obliterated on weed and alcohol. He showed up with a bottle of whiskey, drank the entire thing over an hour or so, and could hardly stand up by the end of the evening, much less play. I'm sure he's dead now.
Another kid was just out of high school, told us he was just kind of an intermediate level player. But seemed like a nice kid (we were only a few years older) and told us about his influences, which seemed to demonstrate good musical sensibilities. So he shows up, sits down.... and I'm not exaggerating when I tell you that he couldn't fucking play **at all.** Had no idea which was the A string, had no idea what "keys" meant... nothing. I think back about the disconnect between being so utterly clueless and yet having enough self confidence to answer an ad and then show up to audition for a band. He's probably a congressman now.
I think it would make a really great premise for a 6-episode Netflix or HBO comedy.... a bunch of 20-somethings in the 90's trying to fill an empty chair in their band.
At one point, the three of us begged the old bass player to just come back for a single night so we could at least run through 15 or 20 songs with a credible low end.
Eventually, with no bass player, 3 busy schedules, and a couple of personal tragedies (divorce, shocking death in a family), it all just fizzled away.