Endless rehearsals, humping a rack of keyboard modules & a 75 lb controller keyboard, plus stands and amps and shit, into and out of the car, the truck, the van, up and down stairs, multiple stairs, icey stairs in winter, playing a gig at a smokey, dingy, smelly local bar (if you're lucky-otherwise you're on the road to who knows where), with nowhere to escape the D.J., who is louder than the band, and of course almost invariably a greasy jack-ass for an owner, who you may have to choke for the money, schlepping home at 3 or 4 am, then re-humping the gear into the house, over & over again for...how much money ? (if you calculated how much you made per hour you'd probably want to jump off a bridge or something)
Yeah, I miss it. (Did I mention the stairs ?)
I'm quite happy in my little studio. Thx.