It was my life. I knew I wanted to be a musician since about the age of 10 when my Uncle bought me my first guitar.
In the end it was the financial side that forced me to quit. I had a wife and two young kids and the work was too irregular and unpredictable. Problem was there were no mobile phones back then. If you weren’t around to take the call, then somebody else got the job.
I had some regular work that always used me but in the end it wasn’t enough. I was absolutely gutted when I had to quit. I sold all my equipment and didn’t pick a guitar up for a few years afterwards.
Bloody hell mate, that's like cutting off your right arm! Why didn't you go into private tutoring to make up the cash flow, or was there no money in it back in them days?
