Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Once upon a time
It doesn't take long to be out of the loop. People who used to read my blog might remember, back in the dim, dark past that I'm a musician. I almost typed 'used to be' then but, no matter how hard I try, I'll always be a musician. Having said that though, it's been quite a while since I've played a gig, or been in a band. I'm doing some solo stuff at the moment but it's still coming together so, I'd reckon it's been at least eighteen months since I've played. Not long in real time terms but, long enough. Lady Hem and I went to the National Hotel to see a band called Graveyard Train. We saw them at Golden Plains, loved them and so, saw them when they came to the ol' home town. It was when I was standing around with a beer that the thought occurred to me, 'who are all these kids and what are they doing out on a school night?' Normally, when I was playing a lot, I could go into any bar in Geelong and quite a few in Melbourne and I'd know most of the punters in there. Because most of the punters who went to shows when I was playing, also played in bands. And a lot of bands shared members and we all pretty much played together, so we had a nice little clique going on. Now I recognise no one. I don't even know any of the bands around town. And I liked having that. I liked that I recognised people, that I could talk to them about mutual interests and that it felt like a little family. Now that family has gone their own ways and I feel like I'm rattling around in a fifteen room mansion by myself, wondering who's going to vacuum the carpets. It takes no time at all to be out of the loop.