A little while ago I promised you an announcement. Well, here it is.
Music has always been a big part of my life. I have been in, around, through and between rock bands (and blues bands, and pop bands, and orchestras, and jazz bands, even a side of Morris men) prepositionally and particulately, since my school days. Many of the people I met along the way have become my very bestest, truest and oldest friends (I won’t embarrass them by naming them here.)
Although I have been a semidetached member of my friend Andy Graham’s Stone Pony for several years, and have played in jam sessions for years before that, it came to me that I wanted to join a good rock band – playing the kind of music I enjoyed as a teenager and as a student – and to which I felt I could owe some commitment, something that wouldn’t always have to take seventh place to all the other things clamant for my attention, which has always been the fate of bands in the past.
Two things prompted me in this direction.
The first was my ongoing midlife crisis. Oh L, Oh L, in less than four months or even fewer, I’ll have batted a half century. One is mortal, and more than that, lives but once, and if I haven’t been in a really good rock band playing proper gigs by the time I am too old to care, I shall only regret it.
The second was seeing a friend front his band at a local festival last August, and thinking ‘I should be doing that.’ After that I experience I hied home and
thirdwith fifthwith forthwith scoured the local online musicians wanted ads to find me a rock’n'roll band in need of a helping hand. Well, I found it in Stealer, a really good classic rock covers band from this neck of the woods. Stealer consists of several blokes in their middle years prime who love the same music that I do, and play it with great skill to biggish audiences on a regular basis. I liked them, they liked me, and after a suitable courtship, Stealer proposed, and I have accepted.
I hope that Stealer is my last band, and, were I to choose a young man’s death, it would be spontaneous combustion during the keyboard solo of Highway Star.