I like Andy – in a roguish kind of way – he’s not inherently evil – he just assumes that you can take care of yourself and that you make your own decisions.
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Andy was born In East London in the spring and summer of 1999 – having been thrown out of America for absolutely legitimate reasons – my life plan wasn’t exactly going to plan: there’s nothing like sitting in front of a US customs officer as he tells you that you’re going to jail, you’re going to get fined $50,000 and that you’re going to get aids.
So I came back to London and became Andy the Barman – lived above the pub – drank fruit flavored alcopops for breakfast and waited for the stars to change. If you need to be lost – a live-in pub gig is great – there’s a big bar separating you from your friends – they can only watch as you leave.
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Life was particularly strange – but brilliant – I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.
I eventually found a rehearsal room – a mile or so away from the pub and on my day off, would set out by bus to “keep my hand in." There was a corner shop between the bus stop and the rehearsal room – I would buy a six pack which I would then sheepishly hide as I paid for my rehearsal room – I’d go up – and immediately slam 3 bottles down.
I then sat at the piano and forgot everything for the next hour or two – it was from one of these sessions that this theme appeared.
