Had a chat with one of my oldest friends recently about our first efforts at a band. Me with my encore precision copy, and a 60watt torque bass amp that farted immeasurably whenever played at a volume to keep up with drums. Him with his fender Squier series strat and park amp. Carrying our gear a mile and a half to rehearse in a church basement. Borrowing another guitar amp and cheap mic to get vocals heard. (We didn’t even know what a pa was). I owned precisely 2 leads and picked up what I knew about the world of guitars through a monthly magazine read in the aisles of WHSmith. Anything I wanted to play I had to repeatedly listen and pick out the parts or buy a probably inaccurate tab book.
then the next stage was where people started to get cars and muster together a rudimentary pa for gigs in the upstairs of the Tap &Spile. Sharing turns to “headline” but filling the place with others from 6th form plus a few aging rockers who would be probably 15 years younger than I am now.
How cool did we think we were? It was an awesome time and I loved every second. Hilarious to think that I now get a bit pissy if I can’t park directly outside a venue. I used to carry my gear for miles.
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I was fired after the second rehearsal for having long hair and being able to play.