I've been a bit quiet on posting anything on this Ian Dury Trib' project. It was really going well. I've been playing and learning so much of his songs since last summer. Some of which I've never played the like of before. Hours and hours of private practise on my trusty Tascam Guitar Trainer. Then loads of rehearsing in the studio and with the bass player at his house. All day sometimes. Our last rehearsal was, if I'm allowed to blow on a trumpet of my own, electrifying. I was buzzing so much I barely slept for a few days after as all i wanted to do was get it to the giging stage. We all felt like that. We just needed a keys and sax player. Meanwhile our singer had a court case hanging over him which, after a long trial got him a 6 month sentence. He did get out after 2 months but we couldn't rehearse as he had an ankle tag on and had to be home in the evenings, as part of the deal to let him out 4 months early.
So..
After all the aggro with our singer getting 2 months for fraud, then a tag on his ankle to keep him under curfew we finally got a rehearsal set again for next week with a keyboard player and Sax player.
On Wednesday night, the bass player and drummer, who are in a different band together had a gig... This band is basically backing for a singer/songwriter. He is well established on the gig circuit so I'm told. He has management and a recording deal. The drummer has been with him 2 years and got the bass player in there. So they all have a pint to settle their nerves in a pub. All except the drummer, who has 9 pints of Stella, in the bar at the venue. Rule No1. Don't get drunk when you're playing a gig. He was shouting out obsenitys, going out of time, playing drums on a ballad that didn't have any drums composed on it. Then smashed his drum kit up at the end Keith Moon style. The management sacked him this morning. My mate said he doesn't ever want to see him again. He was livid. I would be too. What a cnut.
Oh well if at first you don't succeed....
