This is the the story of the last real band I was in. I say ‘real’ band because since then I’ve played here and there with bands who play covers at weddings, bar mitzvahs, birthdays and what have you, but I don’t consider those to be real bands. Real bands write their own songs and,…
Tag: Bands
Dave: A Prayer. Or, The Tragedy Of (Steven) King Fear.
This post is about the best friend I ever had. That and fear. We’re not mates anymore because he doesn’t want to know and I don’t really blame him. It’s also about the usual sorts of things I write about: being confused; being stupid; not knowing how to put things right; not knowing how…
What (Musical) Difference Does It Make? Or, How The Silent Witch, Snooker and Snoozing Karmically Combined To End My Musical (Non) Career.
Whatever anyone tells you, being in a band is a pain in the arse. Starting a band seems like a massive pain and you’d think that it must get easier once you’ve finally found a group of people who can play a little bit and who get on and who want to play the same…
MiddleRabbiting 