Boss Radio

I just got back from my first gig in years. I went along to the local pub after being informed that several old friends were going to be there for the blues jam night.

Now this is the sort of pleasure that had previously been denied me by the sheer volume of smoke that used to gather in these venues so when invited to go and sing something I took a stiff drink of ginger beer and made my way onto the stage.

Egad. I'd forgotten what a buzz it was to make music with a bunch of like-minded reprobatmusicians. I got to do 'Good golly Miss Molly' at the piano then later someone lent me a guitar and I got to go up and round off the evening in the style to which I was once accustomed. A splendid time was had by all, and if it wasn't I don't care because I was having enough fun for everyone, even if most of my applause originated from the table at which my mother, sister, and brother-in-law were seated.

You may not believe me, but people have been known to mock me upon occasion for still actually daring to play rock'n'roll. Apparently I should "Hope I die before I get old" and leave the young man's music to the young men.

Get stuffed.

This is my music, I've been playing it for most of my life. It may have been young person's music back in the day, but it's not now because we're all getting older and it's still our music. OK, we don't mind the younger generation having a go at it, but the next person to suggest that I have no right to enjoy myself like this will die. Hopefully a long way into the future when they're old enough to realise what rissoles they were to make the comment in the first place.

Just one more thing...

My fingers hurt...