About An Old Fart And His Childish Dream

As a teenager and then again in my forties, I played in rock bands. Semi professionally as a teen, meaning that we occasionally got paid a pittance for a gig, and even more occasionally a free beer or two. It was never enough to remotely cover our costs, but that didn't matter. The band I played in, later in life, was an originals band. I wrote the lyrics and our lead guitarist arranged the music. We played a number of quite large gigs, developing a quite good following. Sadly, the band broke up after a couple of years due to "creative differences". This means that three of the five members were control freaks (me included), and not remotely inclined to listen to each other.

"Why am I rambling on about bands?", you might well ask. It's simple. Last week, after a marathon viewing of Santana playing live on YouTube, I decided to buy a kit of drums to mess around on.
"Why drums?", you may well also ask. I forgot to mention that I was a drummer in the aforementioned bands while mentioning the also aforementioned problems therein. That sentence should go a long way towards doing your head in. I actually ordered the drums in a moment of nostalgic insanity, only to cancel the order two days later, in a rare moment of lucidity.

"Why did you cancel the order?", you may or may not ask yourself of someone close to you.
During that moment of lucidity. a number of potential problems arose. These included (not necessarily in order of importance) possible divorce, annoying the hell out of the neighbours, making the dogs bark, causing traffic accidents in front of my house and causing cramp in my tired old hands and feet.

However, the number one problem was what to call a band of pensioners, should I form one.
A few names sprang to mind:-
Gerry Atric and the Pacemakers
Creak, Rock and Collapse
Val Lium And The Shakers
Alt Heimer's Mindbenders
etc..

The sad thing about this story, apart from the fact that it's true, is that old farts, like me, have these unfulfilled and unrealistic dreams and are compelled to post on blogs about it, resulting in mass yawns around the globe. Just like the one you're having right now.