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So Zowie lass - what gives, we need to know the score with thy musical journey so far - tell us what has transpired and how you ended up in the band called Dischord? Ahh I should launch straight into some debauched tale of woe, strife, addiction and ultimate redemption. Music has been my life since before I can remember, doesn't every musician say that?
My Grandfather was a great singer and he also trifled with the organ and had a brief very brief stint with the accordion. By great singer I mean GREAT, as in he had a massive voice, one of those old school pitch perfect bellows that could easily survive without a microphone in a music hall and quite possibly impregnate a woman from thirty paces away.
His voice both inspired and intimidated me and for a long time, I completely wrote off any musical talent in myself and happily basked in his shadow. I did attempt as a child to wrench some musical talent from my impotent fingers, I tried the clarinet, the saxophone and the keyboard, all of which I failed spectacularly at, partly due to my nerves but mostly due to lack of any actual talent!
I lived for music though, all of the majors and minors of my life can be mapped by certain songs, albums, a certain lyric here, a riff there. And bass was always the instrument that I yearned for. Not long after we met, I gently persuaded Dave to stop wasting his talent playing guitar in his bedroom a stage many find it difficult to leave and to take a friend up on the offer of joining a band.