Tuesday Night Music Club

I had a call from Ian’s accountant this afternoon as it seems there are still issues finalising his estate and as a Director of one of his companies I should be able to get the bank to give us the info we need. This made me quite miserable.

I still really miss Ian, the generally silliness that surrounded him, the fun and occasional very sage advice and whilst a lot of things remind me of him I rarely think of his death and the sadness that came with it.
Anyway to the point. I remember just after Ian died Alf said ‘So who is your best friend now then dad?’ I said I did not really need a best friend as I had lots of good friends.

Which brings me to this lot. Matt, Bill and Pete the other ‘Accelerants’ (yes there is a name and there are other very important Accelerants but I don’t know them as well yet). We meet most Tuesday evenings and play music, drink a little beer and talk a lot of rubbish. Quite often I really don’t feel like going but I always love it when I’m there, it is like a time machine turning me back into a 16 year old jumping about (well moving slowly) playing guitar. I really should have been a rock star I had the hair for it. From a sporadic start 4 years ago with Ukulele’s we’ve been playing regularly for nearly a year and in that time have got much better, I’ve gone from being utterly dreadful to being moderately appalling. I have also learned that I should only ever sing in my head or in the car. Playing music is brilliant, and the camaraderie of a dad band is great even if the resulting din is nothing to boast about ;)

There is a John Lewis Competition where you post a picture of something and describe in 6 words why it is precious. Some of the entries are great and a lot are very obvious. Naturally the things most precious to me are H the children and the dog but after them and a few guitar shaped trinkets it falls to these three and our Tuesday evening rehearsals. I don't think 6 words will do it justice.

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