I Swear...

...I only slept with the guy one time...












...and on the next bromantic get away he had his old fingers all over my bass guitar. Who ever said breaking up was hard to do had some keen insight into human relationships, rock bands and borrowed guitars.









Mary recently borrowed my old skint and worn acoustic guitar and took it back to school with her. Hope it's as good a friend to her as it has been to me. Sitting around a camp fire under tall pine trees with friends and family is as good a way to cut your chops as can be found anywhere. Next thing you know it's up on the risers, idiot/saviour/savant/clown/hero with a five piece band looking at your backside and large closed back Fender speaker cabinets blowing up your big (man am I ever glad those came back in style) legged jeans.







Rose, Mary and Cathy work out the tunes.