Guitar Jar received an interesting email today.
One of our readers, “Andrew S”, felt inspired to write an email specifically for Guitar Jar readers to enjoy; reflecting on his experiences of managing bands in the mainstream music scene.
Excitement builds for first gig
Fresh faced rockers, still just kids
Enter the stage, the dreams in hand
Knowing they must be the ultimate band
Teenage friends, drunk on white rum
Party with the drummers mum
The lights are bright, the PA is loud
The grandparents tap their feet so proud
The band are freshly signed
NME called them “this years find”
They party back stage, drunk on the rider
3 Bottles of whiskey, 2 crates of cider
Hangers on, hangers out
Singer practises his trademark pout
Big hair, Tight Jeans, Massive dreams
The best goddam thing the world has seen
The cynical headliners skulk in the wings
Faces lined with multiple sins
Bassist and new singer start to fight
Guitarist calls drummer a worthless s***e
Must get through this s****y tour
Knowing they have 20 gigs more
Then into the studio, 3rd album to start
Tired hands shred one more for the art
One is dead, One more in rehab
Wheel them out for just one more stab
Playing once more the classic song
From a simpler time, long since gone
Middle aged mums wave their arms
Singing songs from their past
The years blended away so fast
The magic is gone, but for one last night
The PA is loud and the lights are bright
Poem by UK Music manager, “Andrew S”. Read more of his poems at: http://poetrymutterings.tumblr.com/
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