Jun. 9th, 2005

waitingman: (fender neck)
With no apologies to Barbra Streisand.

I've just finished watching the ghost of gigs past on video. Specifically, a live-to-air gig that a pop band of mine did in 1993. 2/3s of that band are in my new country/folk/rock/whateverthehellwearethisweek band & some of us want to resurrect a couple of songs from 'the glory days'.

Sick transit... gorier. Oh my god... the long hair, the slender figure... the crappy guitar sound!!! I'm a much better player now - after 12 years, I damn well should be, but... whither the boyish frame??

I either need to exercise more often... & harder... or go back to live in Newtown on the verge of starvation again for a few years.

By contrast, the songs have held up reasonably well. Kind of a mixture of Coldplay 10 years in advance & Midnight Oil/U2/SpyVsSpy/Del Amitri late 80s - early 90s. Lots of chorus & echo on the guitars - especially mine... the legacy of a Pink Floyd fascination I refuse to apologise for.

Doesn't necessarily mean I want to play it again Sam, though... I always get run over on Memory Lane. Looking back stops you looking forward... & I hate my past. Tonight has simply confirmed there are no laurels I can rest on... yet.
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