There are a few days before I turn thirty. I have achieved my main goal upon moving to the city. I have managed with little vocal ability to front 2 (3 if you count The Tits, who were brilliant) bands that played often and well.
The Kick was not my meal ticket, But got me on stage, And serious about being a vocalist. We never burned hot enough too fade away with any note. But we did it. Hard enough to break up when I was planning a takeover of the world during what I naively assumed was just a hiatus.
We have some leftovers. A tune on a comp. An ep I don't even own.
Thirty doesn't sound or seem old. But conversely, looking back at 21....
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