He looked at me like I was cracked. I was. Am. He was a proper guitarist. I could play the G chord if I concentrated and sucked up the pain. A year had passed since Uni. 3 years since our first drinking sessions listening to the Roses and staying up till 9am the next day – a feat we were never able to replicate. In the first couple of weeks I had told him we were going to be in a band together. He laughed me off. Now was time. He shrugged it off and humoured me, ‘yeah ok, lets give it a go’. He had written loads of songs, I talked a good game. There was no game.
We met a week later in his room above a pub. Then a few months later Sarb stormed into the mix. And then later still Zaki was in the fray. 20 years later I kick off this blog. Cos there’s a story or two to be told. Some reflections to be made. And I like talking at you. You don’t really need to listen. Just shrug and humour me and maybe we’ll start our own journey together.
