I have learned few things in my life. Of these few things only a small proportion can be classed as useful.
I would say that the one piece of wisdom I possess is this:
"Never ever joke about anything, ever."
Each joke I have ever made, every flippant comment, every cheeky aside, is out there waiting to come back and bite me in the arse. This weekend I had another pigeon come home to roost.
I had recently been approached to play bass for a local singer of some renown who had wanted me to play for her for a while. I said I would give it a go, not knowing that at some time in the mists of time I had told her drummer that I "only played jazz", which of course is a big throbbing lie, a joke, a laugh, a bit of what I once thought was "fun".
So I did not get the gig, because I had been stupid enough to be mucking around one day when I should have been behaving myself, and the drummer did not want some bloke in the band who "only plays jazz."
Of course nowadays I never joke about anything. I am always deadly serious. Honest.
Exploits of the Frictionless Man as it wanders around the world like some kind of slippery hydra. Music, words and pictures a speciality.
1 comment:
Yes, that's about right. An idiot could take offence at it, so you've pitched it nicely.
Gold Star!
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