Sultans of Whinge

So you go down to your local to watch a band. I say band, it's just a duo but who's counting?

The band are playing and the pub is reasonably full. The only thing is, the punters couldn't give two shits about the band and the band don't seem to give two shits about the audience.

There are several reasons for this. The first is that it's smack-bang in the middle of the world cup. That's nobodys fault. Shit happens etc. The second and more important reason is a lack of respect.

If a band turns up to play a gig with no fire in their belly or passion in their hearts, an audience can tell. If a band turn up and play 'Brown Eyed Girl', 'Sultans of Swing' and 'Johnny B Goode', people will switch off.

It's not rocket science.

....or maybe it is?

If you don't love what you do, how can you expect anyone else to?

I don't know why it gets my goat. It just does.

Moan, gripe, grumble, complain etc.

Ah, well. Lets not think about it too much, eh?

I'm off to learn some Chuck Berry numbers. Ta ta!