One At A Time
This is a note to self, a journal of sorts. You might find it relevant too… So a few nights ago, I walked into a music venue with my guitar. The moment I set foot in the door, I was met with a couple of 20-something-looking lads who chanted my name. ‘OMG it’s Dr Fabola’ ‘Ah man, so glad you’re here tonight’ ‘I love ya music man, can’t wait to hear you play’ And on…