I once sat in the office of the head A&R man at EMI records while he made extremely pleasant noises about my band’s demo, which was playing at the time. He even offered his brother as a possible manager. Sadly his brother was a coke-addled shambles of a man and nothing came of the EMI connection.
I have gigged in big venues and in what is commonly known in the business as shitholes. Looking back it is often the gigs in the shitholes I feel most nostalgic about.
Busking was frequently more honest and sometimes more lucrative than gigging.
I wrote my first ‘song’ when I was 4. It only had one line, which means it would have probably been a smash hit in the early nineties if only I’d done a dance version.
In the absence of a formal religion the closest thing to heaven I know is to be totally caught up in playing music, with or without other people. In such moments there is no time, no space, no fear, no worry, just the music and the moment and me.