Crusty 35 year old rockers with family responsibilities and a real job are supposed to give up – right? … Yeah, right … as if …
When the music is in your blood it’s in your blood and no matter what your age you should never let it slide because you KNOW what happens then right?
You start to slowly, bit-by-bit, go completely fucking insane!
I know this, but like a lot of musos, I haven’t always been focussed enough to practice this. It’s like, one day I was always rockin’ out, or crooning a sweet ballad or whatever in front of crowds of either the proverbial man and his dog or (I kid you not) crowds as big as 5000 people, and then I wake up and although I have NOTHING to complain about (beautiful partner, baby daughter, home) BUT I only ever seem to pick up my guitar and give it a bash out in the shed late on a Friday night when I’m half pissed. Or, let’s be honest, totally pissed.
Well, fuck it, this has to change and right now.
So I will be documenting my efforts to get back on the old rock n’ roll horse right here so why don’t you get with this whole RSS thing and subscribe and follow me as I have another crack at it.
And look, don’t get me wrong, I am not an idiot, well not totally anyway, I KNOW I am too old to be some kind of teeny heart throb or whatever – but who the fuck wants that anyway? And it’s not that important to me to become some hugely famous rich dude, either (although I could try it on for size, just to see how it fits, you understand!) – I just want to play some music again man; solo, with others, in dive bars or (even better) on professional stages in front of decent, music lovin’ crowds again.
Let’s face it – what muso doesn’t want that?
The only thing that stops us is OURSELVES, man!
Time to stop making excuses and start making music again!