One time a bunch of boys thought my playing was too simplistic to be in their shitty band and got disinterested and cut me off mid-audition saying they'd decided on their line up, and I couldn't stop thinking about my style of playing or what was wrong with it. I became frustratedly obsessed with speed and spidery finger work for a while and sometimes caught myself thinking, this would blow their tiny minds, wouldn't it, idiots!
And then the Smiths come back into my life and Johnny Marr's guitar playing begins to guide me back out of that abyss, and I'm a full melody junkie now :) (but will blast out Tom Morello riffs at will be warned)
Oh, and by the way, the gig that they formed their band for? Massive flop. Can't say I wasn't a bit happy to see those tears (god I hope no one who knows me follows me)