Now - as you know, I NEVER brag about either of my sons' bands. The words Hotel India or No Need For Idols rarely leave my lips..........! So I'm making up for it via fingers........
First and foremost, NO NEED FOR IDOLS are making their King Tuts Debut soon. For those who may not be up on Scottish venues, King Tuts is thee ultimate stage that an unsigned band can grace their material upon. They are sharing the spot with signed band The Banter Thiefs but I'm pretty sure that if ticket sales keep roaring, NNFI could steal the top slot from them! These guys not only provide great tunes but great showmanship as well.
I am double-blessed, however. This will be my second visit to a band there. Hotel India (my oldest sons' band) graced the same stage at New Year two years ago when they were still Casino....and here's what a drummer looks like after an hour's slot at King Tuts......:
ps.......anyone linking on to the bands via this page's link is free to click the 'like' bit on facebook. Free demo's will be given on request and each 'like' gets a pound donation to charity.
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Get To 'F'
As some may know, I appreciate it when Friday comes and I get to F. Even better if you get to eff with me. So this week's topic relating to F is feckin' faeries. Another little sprite is waiting (as per)on my other blog. Check her out!!
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The letter arrived on the Tuesday. A blue-tinged envelope held the words that over the years I dreaded most. 'Dear Dad..........'
Kids we were, your mother and I. Babies making babies, and look where it got us. The day the mid-wife swept you away through the swing doors, you bawling in her arms, was sickening. One kiss on that tender, peachy face and you were gone. 'Best all round' the cast of adults assured us. I can remember that night my mother sobbed her heart out, repeating over and over that she was sorry. We split up soon after, your mother and I, well, removed by distance. Wasn't I just lucky to have landed that job with Uncle Alex?
You were that shadow in the back of my mind. The one I could skip over, ignore even, but it didn't go away, just shifted itself into many other shapes, but always formed its original heart outline when not in use.
I should have been your hero, your protector, your driving force, your hormone advisor even, and sharing laughs and plans that only we need fill. Then again, I should be down on my knees kissing your adoptive father's arse. He's the true hero. There for you all your life. Not even did he stand in the way of you finding me and gives his blessing for us to cohere if we decide to!
I know you know that your mother passed away and you are survived by a sister on her side. You also have two little sisters via me! If ever a man needs a son, it's now! Pure blood races through our veins. I can't believe how maturely you're taking this. I deserve the anguish, guilt, shame, melancholy and all its awful trimmings for my absence. But you trust a mere hug will bury them.
Seany, we'll try one day at a time, lad. If this doesn't work out, then the heart-shaped shadow will remain perfectly fixed as so.
Dad
XxX
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