Someone on the coach noticed I had 25 spare tickets that the company asked me to tout outside the Stadio Olimpico which was surrounded by police horses and helicopters. I asked this large tough streetwise red haired Dubliner to help me sell them.
'So, I’m upholding that promise and will learn the songs even though another drummer is doing the gigs presently. Madness I know, but I actually enjoy it. Headphones, great music, drums, pen and paper. Heavenly'.
‘I felt responsible to everyone involved in the making of this, not least Mark, who had to sit in a bath for an hour in a yellow mac that day and sing bubbled lyrics into the water, surrounded by 14 rubber ducks’.
'The point is, you are always 'working' as a musician; rehearsing, preparing, writing, researching, and practicing your craft. I have always tried to do about 40 hours a week, knowing that it’s a kind of universal standard. But I think most people don’t trust that we do work that hard.
Either way, here are some positive thoughts….a story about a green jumper, one of my favourite Freud concepts, and an idea based on Matchmaking.
Both my parents are long gone sadly, and yet they are still the first ones I go to if I have a problem.