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For the last last ten years I had been setting up every international act that came to town.
Being a late bloomer, I didn't start humping road cases until I was forty.
It beat picking fruit.
And by age 52, I was spent as Covid came into town.
A gig that wouldn't go away.
The tune was monotonous and the tricks on stage seemed cheap.
What it meant for me, no more fucking work.
Every other sector chugged along.
They even got subsidised.
The music industry came to a standstill.
The constant wailing of Covid, 'death to you all' was impregnated with hollow threats and promises.
I was disappointed.
No one I knew died of Covid.
Covid was all talk and no action.
And couldn't play a guitar for shit.
