Yesterday was a sad day for me folks.
In the space of one hour, I folded up 50 years worth of jazz contacts, by phoning five bandleaders.
I also let my Facebook buddies know, with this announcement.
So thank you Tinnitus You
"F*CKING HORRIBLE NASTY B*STARD YOU"
"Dear f/b friends,
I wanted this opportunity to mention that I have decided to pack up playing.
(No great loss to Music - Lord Arsenal once told me I had Van Gogh's ear for music.)
Not that I want to, but a necessity, brought on by the onset of a wretched condition called Tinnitus.
Those that suffer with it will understand only too well - those that don't, will almost certainly not have a pickled clue, as this condition exists in near total ignorance in the general public.
As well as hearing permanent noise in the head, it brings on a painful sensitivity to even moderate levels of sound.
(Don't be opening a packet of crisps near me please, if you don't mind;
and I won't be needing a cracker at Christmas......either!)
I have frequently found myself playing with some superb drummers, whom I have the greatest respect for, but since this 'thing' started I would anticipate a drum solo with a sense of impending doom akin to the advent of an apocalypse; when I would long to sprint out of the club, race up the lane, hare up the road, to that little corner shop up on the right, to hide in the doorway until I sensed that the danger had passed, when I could slowly slink back, with my 'bone between my legs.
But seriously, I thank all those knockout players that have consistently brought a smile to my fisog, by their displays of musical creativity, and ingenuity.
Nice blokes too.
Hope to see you around fellas,
Best wishes
Dave xx"
In the space of one hour, I folded up 50 years worth of jazz contacts, by phoning five bandleaders.
I also let my Facebook buddies know, with this announcement.
So thank you Tinnitus You
"F*CKING HORRIBLE NASTY B*STARD YOU"
"Dear f/b friends,
I wanted this opportunity to mention that I have decided to pack up playing.
(No great loss to Music - Lord Arsenal once told me I had Van Gogh's ear for music.)
Not that I want to, but a necessity, brought on by the onset of a wretched condition called Tinnitus.
Those that suffer with it will understand only too well - those that don't, will almost certainly not have a pickled clue, as this condition exists in near total ignorance in the general public.
As well as hearing permanent noise in the head, it brings on a painful sensitivity to even moderate levels of sound.
(Don't be opening a packet of crisps near me please, if you don't mind;
and I won't be needing a cracker at Christmas......either!)
I have frequently found myself playing with some superb drummers, whom I have the greatest respect for, but since this 'thing' started I would anticipate a drum solo with a sense of impending doom akin to the advent of an apocalypse; when I would long to sprint out of the club, race up the lane, hare up the road, to that little corner shop up on the right, to hide in the doorway until I sensed that the danger had passed, when I could slowly slink back, with my 'bone between my legs.
But seriously, I thank all those knockout players that have consistently brought a smile to my fisog, by their displays of musical creativity, and ingenuity.
Nice blokes too.
Hope to see you around fellas,
Best wishes
Dave xx"