Such as:
"Being in a band is a bit like running away to join a low rent circus or a badly organized pirate ship"
"Smales Pace was run by a trio of brothers with a love for folk music coupled with a fiduciary death wish"
About a photo shoot: "...It was the middle of the day, and we were squinting and smiling against the bright sunlight, while dutifully holding our instruments up, so that people in the future would know we were musicians and not actually heading to the Texas Book Depository."
"It looked less like a folk club and more like the sort of place where a group of men might gather to empty their pistols into some poor wretch tied to a chair while yelling 'Long Live Mother Russia.'"
When pulled over on the highway by the police: "...the air inside the van smelled of gin and limes and tonic water and cigarette smoke. The cops would know there were only two possibilities. We'd either been drinking or we had kidnapped Noel Coward."
It's a marvelous and intimate read.
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