For the second Sunday running, I have to roll out of my pit at 6am. An obscene hour of the morning on any day. I have to climb into my vintage band attire to play at a vintage fair traveling 2 hours and playing for 6 hours. At the end of the day, we will all be out of pocket, paying for coffee and cakes and a beef cob for Sunday lunch. But that's what music is all about...the love. If I could total up, how much I have spent, entertaining folk..I could probably buy myself a small penthouse in Bermuda....or a mansion in Skegvegas. The day I play for the love of money...is the day I set fire to my p bone. The photo...another sleepy village in the middle of nowhere...peace.
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