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I had a tough day yesterday. First, I had to listen to two fuckwits at work discussing the bands they’re in, which is just sooo unfair because they don’t seem to be the least bit interested in music. They never go to gigs, don’t really know any bands apart from Nirvana and Queens of the Stone Age, one of them listens to bloody Ocean FM and Virgin radio (I recently had to spend 3 hours in the car with him – not nice). Their bands are bloody boring and derivative pub rock bands yet one of the bands is currently in the studio recording an album (jealousy! rage! despair!). Okay, so I don’t play any instruments and I’m not a great singer but at least I’m passionate and eager and if I was in a band I would try to do something original and classy. Oh and I would jump around on stage a lot.
The other thing that happened yesterday was that MY MUM TOLD ME I SHOULD BE IN A BAND or “get a job in the music business”! Now, my mum has never understood my interest in music. She more or less accepted it when I was a teenager, hoping that it was a phase that I would grow out of eventually. But she’s always believed that music is for kiddies and not for people over 20 and she’s called me “immature” (?!) several times because of the amount of money I spend on CDs and gigs. And of course she’s really chuffed that I’ve got such a wonderful, well-paid and reputable 9-5 office job so her comments really threw me yesterday. I really should get off my arse and do something about this.
I’m well prepared of course. I know the name of the band, have a rough idea of the other band members, know the title of the first album, some song titles (although I haven’t written the lyrics yet), the bands we will go on tour with, the singers I will collaborate with, the people I will shag… I’m half way there.
But maybe at some point I should pick up my guitar that I haven’t touched for two years and try to write some songs… |
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