I’m sure everyone has a lost love of some kind, not romantic specifically, that always makes you wonder what might have been.
I miss hardcore.
Well, I miss playing in a hardcore band, at least.
Ensign summed it up with the title of their covers album… “Love the Music, Hate the Kids”
There was so much energy.
Playing live and cutting loose was some of the best free therapy I could get.
I wonder what would have happened if I stuck with a band for more than 18 months.
The last band I was in was starting to go somewhere, as proven by the two bands the came out of what was left when we broke up.
I guess I’m not bummed about any of the bands that was in breaking up, just bummed I never truly got to do what I wanted to do.
I always wanted to tour, even if it was just once. I think at most I spent three consecutive days out on the road.
I wanted to release a record on a real label, CDs with wrappers, not stamped CD-R’s and Kinko’s covers, not to negate the value in such things. And not to mention a 12” LP version of the same.
I believe that everything happens for a reason and I know my life wouldn’t be the same now, if things would have gone any other way. Hell, I might have not ever married my wife, own our home, have my old Fairlane, the list could go on, it’s impossible to know for sure.
I wouldn’t change a thing about how my life has gone, but sometimes it’s fun to look back and wonder.