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The drummer turned 60, so that’s two of us now, and I think we’ve identified the ideal gift (not that we got one) for your musician (or, group of musicians) entering there seventh decade.
A Roadie!
Moving those amps and drumkits up (and down), yet another flight of stairs, just gets a little more challenging every year. It might be thought, especially by those not parents, that it is at this point where our sons (or, to be completely fair, daughters) might step up and take on the job. However it would appear that, however willing and useful they may be, it is the fate of musicians to bring up, more musicians, who, emulating their parents , are really hoping that someone else will carry the bass amp, or the bag of mike stands.
That’s a ghastly calumny against both my own son, and young Mr Richard, but still, if you’re looking for a gift for a musicain of a certain age…
The good news this week, was that I got to go for my annual eye check on my torn and fixed retina, hiding behind the bespoke artificial lens (“lovely stitch!”).
Seemingly my eye is slowly fixing itself and I now can’t read three lines further down the eye chart, which is to say, if it wasn’t at at 12 degree tilt, and a bit scrunched up and foreshortened, my left eye vision would be only slighty worse than my right eye.
This is a giant leap forwards from last year – “It s a big white square”, to now “It’s a big white square with lines”, say that might be an “A” or an “R” no, hold on it’s “H”!
It was in fact “B”, but at this point I’ll take any win I can get. I’m 60 years old and the hospital say my vision is improving, not words you hear every week.
Next week on IaDL : Equinox – I always prefered the other albun
Dalmallyfest the Asylum 