You know when you feel that flash of inspiration and you know you just have to drop everything and follow it? You do? Well, explain that to my wife, who apparently “thought the band dream died way before our marriage did”.
Well, it hasn’t, and I know that if the kids don’t understand it this weekend they’ll understand it when their dad’s rocking out again. Sally especially – she’s at that age now where she appreciates a good rocker.
As soon as I finished my last blog post I went to my dad’s flat and ransacked it for old notebooks I left there after the split (I lived there for a while when we broke up, put on a lot of weight!). I found a couple of books full of ideas that are, even if I do say so myself, way ahead of their time. For example, you ever heard of a band where everyone is wearing blue sunglasses? Neither had 1988…
I got home and immediately threw all my notebooks on the floor and then literally rolled around in them to ‘immerse myself’ – a technique I learned from Peter Hook.
Then I logged onto the internet and posted a Gumtree ad looking for helpers – something I learned from Leslie Grantham.
I’ve already had a load of great replies, and I’m looking to put something together over the weekend. Well, I say that, but I’ve definitely got to take the kids this weekend, so I’ll swap demos/lyrics over my Polycom SoundStation 2. Would be amazing if I could get the kids involved!
Spending the rest of the day now writing replies to all my potential bandmates. Gonna make it absolutely clear that sex, drugs and rock and roll are almost absolutely a possible must!