What an absolutely crap day.. So I thought I would be halfway to The Writer's Cafe in Stockton-on-Tees by now, but no.. I am back home..
After the fun of carrying my Fender Rhodes down 6 flights of stairs, we'd been on the road for about 25 minutes when we became overwhelmed by a crazy weird burning plastic smell. Which seemed to occur straight after filling up the tank. We became more concerned when we both thought we were going to pass out. So we stopped in Highgate and called Green Flag. Someone from the shop we'd stopped next to came outside and said 'what's wrong with your car? it smells like it's on fire'. Which was disturbing to say the least. We then waited for an hour and a half in the rain. During which there was a hailstorm. Yes, hailstorm. At which point the lovely lady from the shop said we could go and wait inside...
So finally the guy came, and said it was probably the brakes. We established a 6 hour drive to Stockton-on-Tees probably wasn't the best thing for it.We finally got home, and lugged the Rhodes all the way back upstairs. Only to discover that I had left the legs behind:
How on EARTH did I manage that? So if we had made the gig, we would've had the fun of trying to find a table sturdy and big enough to support the beast... or I could've done it on the floor hippy style, and with no sustain pedal.Either way this has been a bloody weird day. I send my sincerest apologies to Trevor and the Writer's Cafe. I am absolutely gutted, not only because I HATE cancelling gigs, but also because I was really looking forward to playing.. :-(
Hey IB.. I thought I'd post this power pop ballad for fun.. I hope you like it... :-).. this is gonna be my last musical post for a few months..
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