Brigitte has persuaded me to Try It Again. Faithful flock members will recall that sometime last year I tried to form a band.
For those of you who aren't musicians, I can only say that trying to form a band is like getting together with three uh . . . boyfriends, that have to agree on a bunch of things like tastes in music, food, girlfiends (not a typo), politics, religion and a whole load of crap that we usually don't subject ourselves to willingly.
Now, my non-musician musicians, how many chances do you think it's going to take that four guys in a room all playing different instruments are going to get along? Enough to actually produce something that anyone in their right mind actually is willing to listen to?
Okay, you see where I'm coming from. Herding cats is a truly viable alternative.
But, like Prometheus, who was doomed to eternally having his liver munched by some stray griffon (I have mine munched by scotch and Boréale Cuivrée) I DO try, try again.
The odds, my dear friends, are hilariously against me! But like a 97-year-old granny, I'm convinced that THIS TIME I'm going to win the lottery.
Yes. Me and Bruce and Mike and Peter are going to sit in a room and recreate the Magic of The Beatles. Update, as always, at 11!
You could become a drummer. They secretly rule everything.
ReplyDelete(Good luck! : )