It was with great surprise when my musically talented wife bought me my Bass guitar the christmas before last. With the fear that it would be discarded as a useless piece of wood quicker than left over turkey she taught sausage fingers to play a tune. With or without you ...U2 classic. Hooked from that moment so, along with her saxaphone, clarinet, piano accordian, mandolin banjo, guitar, electric guitar, keyboard and various pipes whistles and bells proudly sat my bass.
A year on and our first gig in our 5 year old's christmas play "the little star that fell" we belted out timeless classics such as........"Wibbly wobbly strawberry Jelly" Our 5 year old knew all the words, our 2 year old little princess knew the words, Nanna, Nanny and Grandad, our work colleagues and our poor suffering neighbours knew the ruddy words by Christmas.....We must have done alright though as we have been invited back for the summer play hurrah!
The PTA collared us and we are performing at the school fete......today Bracknell tomorrow....probably Bracknell.
It is near impossible to start as a novice musician in a band aged 35. Most crap or inexperienced musicians (of which i can be either or) are young teenagers belting out maximo park badly and advertise for bass players between the age of 18 to 25. Rats!!! not enough hair to pass that one off. Any band that is over 30 expect John Entwhistle re incarnate (The WHO bassist ). Which I definately cannot pull off.
So we are going to form a band....my wife and I. so what do we call ourselves? many names ran through our brains and ran straight out in fear of what they saw in there. Until one day our 5 year old protege was strumming his Electric strat around the front room and said "my band is going to be called Hot Machero" Eureka!!!!!!!!!!!! one phone call later to wifey who was busy at work and The Hot Machero were born.......we made a list of priorities
we need a singer.......a drummer....talent.....ah yes ....and some front.
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