I haven’t been able to play as much as I would have liked to recently and since music’s pretty much the only thing I’ve ever been able to stay focused on in life, without it I start to notice other things.
Most recently thoughts of an old friend known as ‘Captain Disaster’ returned to me after I had the most vivid dream that we were conversing as we did in the old times.
Strange thing was the very next day he showed up in proper waking reality when I was mooching about up north with a bunch of youngens.
A few years back he shot me in the arse with an air rifle. The doctors decided to leave the slug in there to avoid the further risk of infection involved in surgery. I still feel it in the winter months.
I hadn’t seen him in years but that’s probably because when I’m playing my head’s either full or empty and I’m not looking.
But since I’ve been doing other stuff my non-musical memory has started up again.
Like when I bummed a smoke off the dude and my legs became sentient, I wasn’t hanging on for a perfect cadence when that shit kicked off.
Then there was that time I took on a lifeguard’s job at a sports centre with no swimming pool. That was over a decade ago and I still don’t know what the fuck I was playing at.
Long story short, I’m back to doing music again this week, which makes a hell of a lot more sense than owt else.
Groovebox Adam 