Lloyd’s Blog: January (Rhythm and) Blues

So, January. The month of the tax return, harrowing news of household name celebrities passing and one solitary gig for our little vintage band. Can’t say i was a fan of January 2016.

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It’s February now and as i write this, Etta (my double bass) looks at me sadly from the corner of the room. The beginning of the year is a quiet time for musicians, quiet and perhaps a little bit scary. There are just very few gigs lurking around, my diary is a baron landscape with tumbleweed blowing across it, laughing and pointing at me every time i open it. It picks up, it always does, and when that time comes i’ll look back longingly at the quiet, early months of the year and wish i was there. But for now, there is only the fear that i will never eat again.

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Sure, I could have saved my money in the busy months, I could have put aside 20%, lived modestly and planned for the impending doom that is winter, I could do that.

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Or…

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I could have a few months of high flying glory, live fantastically, buy wonderful, shiny new instruments and tip like a 1940’s gangster. The latter wins out every time, and it will again this year, no matter what my financial intentions are. Circle of life.

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So, if you pass a musician on the street, and he or she looks a bit cold, or hungry, and he or she is busking to make ends meet, you may feel a twang of guilt and want to throw that person some change, be safe in the knowledge that that person is an idiot that should have saved money in the glory months…and that person was very probably me.