Rock'n'roll lifestyle interrupts popular blog

Yes I am returned. Actually, I forgot to tell you I was going anywhere.

As part of my day job as freelance session musician, I took a little trip to Poland/Czech Republic to perform some music for the festival crowd.

Last Saturday, we ended up playing as part of a line-up in a massive arena with a stage which would have been big enough for UB40 circa 1983 (that's, what, ten guys?).

I'd like to say that the experience of being flown over, put up in an expensive hotel, wined and dined and flirted with (by several Eastern European girls) was fun, but I must remind you that it's simply a job like any other. Just like everyone else, I have to put my gold spandex pants on one leg at a time in the morning.

In fact, I ended up reading a lot of books because aside from sampling complimentary beverages and buffet, there is seriously nothing to do during Easter weekend in an Eastern European country–everything shuts down for three days, even the convenience stores. It was like Ireland in 1954.

Anyway, I've been neglecting my duties here. And for that I apologise. I'll try to make it up to you somehow.

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