Oct 20
Ed holds an imaginary falcon

Ed holds an imaginary falcon (Tom Armitage)

My poor throbbing fingers
The problem with playing guitar now for Rotten Hill Gang is that I don’t get to play very much of my first instrument, which is bass. Wild Boar’s music is fast and furious, so whenever we play (if we do two gigs in a year that’s tour in our books), the callouses on my right hand are starting from scratch and my first and second fingers develop serious sub dermal bruises at best and on a really good night, out and out bleeding.

This isn’t usually a seriously problem because my throbbing digits usually have a few months to return to normal size, but, for the first time ever, our storming gig last Tuesday at the Scala (kindly reviewed by Yasmin Selena Butt here), we’re playing again within a week and in another first, we have an hour long set to play.

This is a recipe for the tips of my fingers to become completely shredded, but historically, a basis for judgement as to the success of a WB gig has been how many members of the band have ended up with blood on their instruments. On one notorious night at Nektar all four of us donated to the cause.