No piss-up in this brewery

Why is it that it's such a bloody nightmare organising regular rehearsals? We - part-time rockers extrordinaire - Pocket effing Rocket, have already cut band practice back to once a fortnight, for a combination of people's financial, family and social reasons. Might as well be once in a bluemoon - in line with the gigs. There's always something. Always someone. It's a pain. It's a nuisance. It's a hindrance to progress. No effing wonder were pretty much still playing the same effing songs we were playing last year.

How's a band meant to maintain a musical tightness? Or put new songs together? I'm tired of organising and un-organising these rehearsals. You tell 'em the dates, and they forget 'em, or they don't write 'em down right. You ring 'em, you text 'em, you pay for them to come, and they still don't get there.

I know most other 'mature' bands have this problem, I hear it from them all the time. But that don't make it any easier to bear when it keeps happening to you.

With our equipment in a lock-up at the studio, we are clocking up a 43 quid monthly bill, whether we rehearse or not. So, not rehearsing for a month costs 43 quid, plus the odd cancellation fee, which amounts to 50 quid, if it's at the eleventh hour, or after minus seventy-two hours to be precise. Whinge, whinge whinge.

You can understand why people, musical people, rock-musician-type people, just knock it after a while. It's just an effing hassle to keep it going.

Sorry. Had to get that off my chest.