Doing what I’m told
‘Do you still do music at all?’ she asked. I think I’ve told you before. That is a musician’s least favourite question. Normally my heart sinks when I get prodded with that one. All musicians still make music, of course they do, and it’s soul-destroying to be reminded that no one knows or cares. Suddenly, though, it was the funniest thing anyone had said for ages and I had to gulp down a smirk before it split my face in half. ‘Oh, yes, sometimes, sure,’ I said.
Funny, because the previous night my old band had played our first gig for nine years and I was still glowing from it. It had been a success, more wonderful than I could ever have hoped: a grown man in front of me was trying to sing along, but was crying too much — like a three-year-old who has had his Smarties taken away.
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