Decrepid youth, ignorant of the years hurtling past him, oblivious to the dangers of the young mans game. Cast from the work shy realms of the successful musician,into a pit of stinking reality, earning a crust for a living in place of the gravy train lifestyle of the pampered few...
... The news at 10, the tiredness, the midweek sleep, the alarm clock, the pain, the anger, the morning stumble to the bathroom, the red eyes, the bags, the pain...
onto the working day, the long long day, the work, the crust, the teatime tea, the pink eyes, the tiredness, the news at 10...
Im not bitter that I have to 'work' and can't just play the axe to earn the crust, the axe is my friend, my late night brother, my guitar shaped can of red bull. I have been dragged from the gutter, by the hands of 'Illusion', Jamie P & Shockadelica, Jake S and the juicey crew, given another chance to polish my axe and shine it in the face of old school dance, rave and the new club culture...
Only joking, I'm really quite mellow and laid back. Theres a great bunch of folks in my life, many Black Country mad-heads, most of them with a myspace page, so here's my effort...
