Sometimes you go to a gig and things don’t happen quite how you imagine they will. Continue reading “Up the Junction”
Cap’n Jack said:
“Why don’t we have a music evening.”
What he meant was:
“Why don’t we have a drinking evening” (and play one or two music tracks to justify the evening’s grandiose title). Continue reading “The War of Musical Attrition”
There is nothing more scary than the pristine white emptiness of a blog’s first post.
It’s been a while since I was churning out my thoughts in the various incarnations of “Where the Fatdog Walks” in what now seems a previous life. I found it easier to write in those days. Maybe it was the endorphin rush of reaching all those mountain summits that kept me on a constant high…or maybe I have just become that wee bit lazier in my advancing years. 😎