‘‘There are more amateur musicians in the UK than Tesco Clubcard holders and, for the most part, they follow the same pattern. Doing their usual thing every week, expecting more as they get older, and, in the end, getting very little out of the deal. Take me for instance. Been a bass player since I was a boy - which wasn’t yesterday, or the day before.
It was 1979, and my friends & I decided we would form a band. Unencumbered by musical ability, instruments, or equipment of any kind, we took to the idea like a duck to shark infested water, naïve ambition & blind optimism feeding our delusion that girls, who had til then unanimously ignored or spurned us, would suddenly see us in a new light.
Stevie was the singer, Matt the guitarist, & Goz the drummer so, by default, I was on bass. Spotty, nerdy, and horny (three dwarves no-one ever mentions) I readily agreed.
It’s been forty years to the day since we had our first rehearsal in Goz’s dad’s old wooden garage, high on, and possibly in danger from, the creosote fumes that emanated from every wall. With our recently procured 2nd hand musical equipment (courtesy of our parents) we set up, switched on, volume to 11 and………. we raaaaaaaaawked…………for about 20 minutes, til Goz’s mum arrived home off the night shift and threw us out. An inauspicious start, but from small acorns grow great things because, this was the band that became……. ‘Jarhead’. The finest rock covers band in Barrhead. We’re setting the gear up now and we’ll be on stage at 9 to celebrate four decades of quality live music, camaraderie, and mutual respec………’’
“I don’t believe it!”
‘‘Hey, Goz, ya halfwit. The drums face out…... TOWARDS the audience. Remember?’’.
© John Petrie