First in a series of stories from bands who’ve done well and not so well.
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In the years before we started our band, I watched several friends venture out into the deep, mysterious waters of the music world only to be sucked in and spat out the other side a couple of years later. Penniless, they’d return home from tour for the last time, finally admitting grim defeat. In the idle months that followed, their grief would turn to anger, as the gallons of bile they’d been repressing finally spurted out of their mouths, directed at the “industry” they’d once so highly praised.
Then came the stories, all the odd moments they’d tried to ignore at the time, because they so desperately wanted everything to work out. A hilarious anecdote for their memoir rather than the second everything went wrong. One friend told me how at the height of his band’s hype a desperate A&R had led them into his plush office, and presented them with “The Rule Book” – a copy of the Yellow Pages adapted for the purpose – which he attempted to rip up. Sadly, the significance of the gesture was marred by the fact that phone books are practically indestructible. As my friend’s sniggers grew, so did the A&R’s pink-faced embarrassment.













