THE CURSE OF SHAKER
We are cursed. The band, that is. No other explanation is possible.

Last week we lost several gigs because Jim’s offshore rota changed. The managements involved were willing to give us new dates but could offer none that coincided with our availability. Such is life. We’ll get the call if there are cancellations to be filled.

However, we had a bird in the hand – an owl, in fact: The Winking Owl at Aviemore where we were to play on Saturday. Were to play. Today we were informed that a water leak had contributed to a collapsed roof at the pub which is now closed for repairs. So the gig is off.

On top of that, my trusty (but aged) Fender Precision has ceased to function, probably because of an internal wiring failure, so Mr Guitar-Fixer will soon be called upon to render aid. My Tokai Jazz fretless filled the gap at tonight’s rehearsal, and did so well. I should play him more often.

In a little over two weeks we’re scheduled to perform at The Room in Inverness. I’ll believe it when it happens.