Hey, I ain’t gonna lie. At the end of November last year things were looking pretty grim. We’d come off a year in which we’d attempted to add a fifth member and it didn’t work out. Garry was, and is, a fantastic talent, but clearly not comfortable with our, um, more aggressive approach to the music.
The previous September, we’d lost our main source of bookings, and that was a drag, because none of us was really into the necessary schmoozing and self-promotion the job called for.
There was much grousing. Nobody was saying we were great (except drunk guys at Tallgary’s, which had been our last regular gig), but c’mon, we’d all been at this a long time, and there was a feeling that the skills we’d spent so long developing just weren’t appreciated any more. Self pity? Sure thing, dude, and it’s what’s available when nobody else seems to give a rat’s ass.
And then Billy found Mara on craigslist, and thereby hangs a tale.
to be continued…