This Saturday’s gig in my local village hall might be the last.
The miseryguts parish council chairman has got the hump with us pesky kids and our tuneless music going thump thump thump. He can’t make out any of the words. Is that a boy or a girl? He can’t tell.
You know the sort.
I thought I might do a themed compilation CD to play during the intervals between live acts, to let the audience know our plight.
Any suggestions? I’m starting the Stone Rolling (sorry!) with The Last Time