but how bad, let me tell you how I got it. I was working on another continent, lonely as it gets and young, think I was nineteen, in a job I really struggled with. And I was homesick and pining. But I stuck it and every week I took home my slip. I was saving to buy a car and drive around and see the sights, coast to coast. And I did it for a few months and had about enough for a solid runner, a VW Rabbit I’d seen in a garage that was being prepped for sale. Then one night this spooked-looking guy knocked on the door of the apartment I was renting, he was a friend of my landlord. And this twitchy guy said he had debts, bad debts, and he’d heard I was a guitarist from the landlord and he wondered if I wanted to buy his guitar. He needed the money right then. And he fetched the case in and I played his guitar for maybe ten minutes and that was it, I was all in, I bought the guitar with every bit of my savings. So no road movie for me then, the guitar had other plans for me. I came home, joined a band and moved to London. And all those curves and blaring halls, meetings and driftings, all from the knock on my door. That’s what you get when you lay your money down.
