I’ve been so busy staying one step ahead of the bill collectors, looking for a new home (we have to move yet again at the end of June), sharing stories from my past with you, and editing the fine writers that entertain you here at DBAWIS, that I have not had time to share my current exploits with you, or even collect my thoughts about them and catch up on all the sleep I’ve missed. Today, we try to clear the desk of at least some of the latest adventures, and revisit a song I wrote 30 years ago that I have been desperate to find because I want to re-record it as part of a series of new recordings I’m going to start making as soon as I have the time (and the money). Anybody want to contribute?
Archive for Monarchs Pub
We all know guys like this. They are rarely the main attraction in a crowded room. No, these are not the guys that walk into a room and immediately command attention. Rather, they are more akin to the charismatic head-turner’s wingmen; the more stealth-like companions to the stars, whose easy going charm and unassuming demeanor disarm those around them with quiet wit, dry conversation, and unheralded skills. These two individuals do not announce their presence with obvious flourish, nor do they seek either celebrity or adulation. They are like us; fans of music, looking to have a good time, and comfortable in their own skin. That is why, when they mount the stage and pick up their instruments and start performing, our jaws drop open and we see them fully for the first time. Our first thought? These guys are fucking amazing!