An unusually damp venue poses my band a challenge: how to stay in tune. One instrument proves particularly vulnerable …
The band I’m in is in the middle of its autumn tour: Hertford, Stroud, Nottingham, Scunthorpe. On the first night, in Oxford, we play in a big church, where I make a conscious decision to censor the profanity of certain lyrics, then forget all about it and leave the F-word ringing against the old stone columns.
On the second night we’re in the theatre of a specialist music school. Everywhere we go backstage we hear instruments being played brilliantly on the other side of the walls: piano, drums, trumpet.
