The sound of the coach a lament
to time lately spent
on the motorway's
north - south spine .
We the listless musicians,
nocturnally drained bound for home
on the immeasurable strip.
Light began to bleed through windows.
Yorkshire's dancers slumbered on
while into the estuaries of waiting homes
we ebbed and flowed
simply observing
the musician's code.
Greatly appreciate your sharing this, Greg and Stu.
I have numerous tales to recall - I could muster up some more musical bile in that direction, I'm sure!
I remember a line from Bill Withers' a Lovely Day "bears heavy on my mind." The problem with the bigger bands is the lack of personal expression - just being a jigsaw piece when the picture was all too familiar.
ps mortgages have to be paid.
lovely ray. you paint a picture of someone who fell in love with music but then realised the worst place to love music was in a band. gentle recollections but tinged with sadness i feel.
Your tales of life on the road, Ray ... I see the beginnings of a collection here
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Jim Trott
Sun 7th Feb 2016 09:15
The come-down after the adrenalin rush.
I've often thought how awful it must be when a musician moves from playing for fun, to it becoming a job. Not sure I could ever have handled that, personally.
Nicely written. Thought-provoking.