I was the worst musician in a band for about four years and it was a blast. It upped my playing more than any other gig I’d had.
Keyboard player had a PhD in piano and played a 4-keyboard rig with ease.
Guitar player had 3 years of Berklee experience (had to drop out to care for family) and had gigged for 20+ years.
Bassist had 25 years experience on the road with many bands.
I was clearly the dullest pencil in the box.
The perks:
I could ask any question without shame and get an honest, clear answer.
Holding the tempo was very easy. These guys didn’t rush or drag once I clicked us in.
We played local festivals cuz they knew people.
We played only early sets in bars cuz we wanted a life the next day.
They helped me understand difficult passages and gave me pointers on how to approach them in my practices.
Eventually the keyboard player moved away when his wife relocated to a new hospital (she was a doctor). The guitar player went back to college and had no time for a gigging band.
Why’d they keep me in the band? I was always on time and had a shiny Tama kit.