TALES FROM THE OUTLAND I realised I hadnt played brushes for awhile, on a day when the black dog was sitting heavily on my shoulder. My country was just told that we were now at war. The decision made by a leader who I did not vote for and most now know, lied his way into power. At the same time, the black dog on my shoulder told me I didnt belong anywhere. I used to play a lot of jazz, but was never thought of as a jazz player. I used to play a lot of covers and wedding receptions, but was considered too weird for Ipanema and Chicken Dance. Yet, I found a home with Celtic Music and Zappa .... anything went, and still goes, you had to play EVERYTHING well, and through this ostracisation, I found my place and my TV show and my calling. Thank you Black Dog ... you bark in all the right places ... you kick my arse and make me play through the most nastiest shit, youve beaten a few friends of mine .. well done .. but by f**k you will not beat me ... youtu.be/U7LVy_Cb8C0
Posted on: Sat, 20 Sep 2014 12:27:42 +0000
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