Welcome back Greg. I did a gig at the Barfly in Glasgow on Friday. We didn't have a drummer, so there were just 2 of us on stage. That made us almost exactly unlike The Eagles. Funny how these things work out.
If you move to Glasgow, learn to play drums and can operate as a self-contained getting-to-gigs-reliably unit, then yes. But it looks like we might have a few leads as far as getting one goes; turns out the sound guy is a drummer, and because the main band never turned up (The Chap, apparently they're from London, but no one seemed to know anything about them or why they never showed), we had a bit of a jam in the extra soundchecking time we had. That means I've played twice on that stage with three different drummers but the audience has only heard us with drums on that stage once. That's like, if I had a fox, a rabbit and a lettuce, and I wanted to get across a river in a very small rowing boat or something.
Somewhere else round here, englishpaul was saying that his oldest son is getting married in tropical parts, and it'd cost £2500 for him to attend. Mikee needs at least a grand to get his t-shirt making enterprise off the ground. £2500 would help buy prosthetic arms for little Ali the bombed Iraqi kid, or allow Andee to put a deposit on a RealDoll. With £2500, Steve Manthorp could buy enough Dremel bits to carve a ball the size of a melon, or allow Kev to pretend to be a big carved ball for a month. It could save starving children in Africa; tackle deforestation in the Amazon basin or help the victims of Agent Orange spraying in Vietnam.
But yeah, I'll add it to the list of things I'd like to be able to do with any spare wads of £2500 I happen to find lying around. It'll be right up there between buying Wayne his car and Simon a metric ton of beef jerky.
