There’s nothing like putting together a musical project that makes you happy – and let’s you flex your musical muscle. You’re first gig in a smoke filled bar, playing for 3 people – the slightly over weight single mom in her late 40′s trying to get on the stage and fondle you while you try to play guitar.
You go to band practice and slam a 6-pack (each) talking about going on the road that summer – or making it big. You get fans – you piss off fans – you lose fans – someone in the band screws a fan, and then doesn’t call her back. The next show is really awkward…
Some guys distant cousin is a record exec, and the guy promises to give your demo to that exec for you. Some Italian dude sees you in a bar and swears he can change your life if you just let him be your manager. The bills pile-up, the gear gets sold, and your little empire comes crashing down.
It’s the best feeling ever. The beauty of putting every musical muscle forward to make something magical. Ahhh…the good ol’ days.
Well, here are the remnants of my little empires. Enjoy…I know I did!
COR
