I’m writing this blog from Limehouse police station, it’s a first for me. Blogging from here I mean, I’ve spent hours here over the last few years but that’s another story…
Monday’s gig at the Vibe Bar on Brick Lane, was turning out to be what we had anticipated, another tune-fest of an evening, self possessed people soaking up the atmosphere, very nice, what could be nicer? Jim and I sauntered into the red room, which is what they call the green room there (you rule breaking bohemians you) and there was something missing, MY Guitar. Gawd Almighty Jim turned grey and I felt like I was moving through water. We were whisked up by the management, questions questions, a search of the room , talking about times the room was empty. Jim and Martin went out looking for anyone with a guitar and demanding that they open up and identify what they were carrying. I sat in the office checking the CCTV with Greg and talking to the police, who made all the right sounds….”we’ll be with you right away” vrrooooommmmm, neee-naaaa neee-naaa neee-naaaa it was an episode of …. Nevermind, because they never showed. Hence my current situation.
Anyway under the circumstances, one guitar down and Jim a bit smashed after many free drinks, we sounded great. Winging it a bit, but we played, at times it was very exciting at times it was very funny.
If anyone sees a short man, indeterminate age or colour with a guitar case, I’m looking for my Taylor “Big Baby”, bugged up with hand carved bone nuts, you heard me, bone nuts…
Thanks for all the drinks Paul! x
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