OUT TO LUNCH
Could I ask you for a moment to cast your mind back to the days of yore when we had things called ‘pubs’ or ‘bars’. These were public places where people would gather to consume alcohol, eat food, chat up barmaids, play darts, participate in quizzes and enjoy conversation without having to observe this strange phenomenon known as social distancing.
Often the pub would provide live music and on one or two nights a week a chap would turn up with his guitar and a box of electronic tricks designed to simulate the four missing members of the band.
As a former drummer I felt this was rather discriminatory because I never saw anyone turn up at a pub with a drum kit and a box of tricks designed to simulate organs, guitars and saxophones. But this may just be one of my many deep rooted insecurities.
Anyway, the chap with the guitar would turn up and play his heart out while everyone was drowning out his sterling efforts by talking. Occasionally somebody would take notice and applaud but for the best part of the evening he may just as well have not been there.
Then he strikes up the opening bars to Led Zeppelin’s ‘Stairway to Heaven’ and the cognoscenti in the pub stop babbling and take notice. How will he cope with the guitar solo in the middle of the song they wonder? It turns out that he copes with it very well indeed. In fact, Jimmy Page himself would have been impressed and when the song ends some of the punters go up to him to thank him and congratulate him on his guitar artistry, telling him that he is every bit as good as the legendary Mr Page.