I sang with a band for 5 or 6 years in my late teens-early 20s. We started out at uni, where I met the bass player - his 3 mates were looking for a singer so I oblidged.
We played live regularly and recorded a couple of EPs, but they were only sold at gigs and through some local record shops. I guess we were 'known' on the Indie scene in the North of England for a while - mainly through association with our mates, who were in a much bigger and better band called
Verve (2 of the guys had gone to art college with a couple of
Verve's members).
Verve became
The Verve because of a lawsuit with the record company of the same name and went on to release a million selling album and a few hit singles, then split. We, on the other hand, went on arguing over 'musical direction' (they wanted to be
Pearl Jam, I wanted to be Scott Walker), got jobs to suppliment our meagre income and ended up playing Student bars alongside such talents as
The Space Alligators and
Chunk...
Then I married the then-delightful Mrs T (who wasn't a bad singer herself, she did a 2 month residence in a Cologne Nightclub singing Brecht & Weil type numbers), moved away and went back to college to finish any education that was left in me. Domesticity, kids, mortgages and fights gradually followed.
I come from a musical family - dad was a player in the '60s Belfast R&B scene that spawned Van Morrison and my big brother's band was regularly played on John Peel's radio show (as we were, once), yours truly was the runt of the litter. I play guitar (badly), piano (averagely) and can blast out a mean reel on the tin whistle.
My last experience of singing in front of an audience didn't end too well. Just me and a guitar sitting in the corner of a pub in Omagh, strumming a few tunes to keep the early evening punters from leaving before they started charging on the door and jacked the price of the beer up. It was awful. I didn't have a band behind me, someone to laugh with when we hit a bum note, someone to hide behind when the song didn't go down too well. It wasn't, in other words,
fun.
Anyway, I forgot the words to most of the set and ended up singing
American Pie 3 times before ending to the sound of a few people clapping. No fun. If I was a comedian, that'd be called dying on your arse...
Well, ladies and gentlemen, that's a potted life history. I'm getting better at posting personal stuff.