Get over yourself dude

So last night was the studio session with a guy I met that I'll call "Evil Brows." Evil Brows (I swear, I've never seen anything like them! They go up like a forward and backward slash but never come back down! They scare me...) and I met at the studio around 8:45pm. I really didn't want to go but I know he paid for the time and since I'm such a caring and considerate human being I went anyway.

The studio was cool and everything. We each had a mic and I had a keyboard. I was kind of excited when I saw the room- maybe this would be fun? Evil Brows played a couple of his songs for me and he is undoubtedly talented. I liked his voice and his songs a lot. But then when it was my turn I just told him I had yet to write a song by myself and I thought we were going to collaborate. He then spent the next 3 hours lecturing me about how to write a song. This was ok for the first half hour or so, but by the time the night was over I was so tired and ready to get out of there. I thought we were there to make music! If he wanted to teach he should have found someone who was interested in hearing him drone on for three hours. I'm tired! I want to go home! I didn't even get to play any of the stuff I was working on. At one point he told me "you look grumpy." Listen, buddy, I'm tired. I came here to play, not to talk. Why don't you just shut up. When 11:30 hit I was out of there so fast! I barely participated in the "we should do this again" conversation (even though it was a platonic thing) and I was in a cab before I could do the awkward goodbye hug. Good. I hate hugging strange people.

Anyway, I don't think any more "jam sessions" are in store for Evil Brows and myself. I'd rather not feel so belittled in a place I'm meant to feel creative. Next!