This evening’s blog was submitted a little later than I would have liked – but let’s be honest: today has been a bit of an extreme. I’ll probably go into a little more detail tomorrow, when I’m (1) not travelling back on the train from King’s Cross, and (2) not a little bit inebriated – but today I was lucky enough to watch Paul McCartney record a live session at Maida Vale Studios, amongst an audience that numbered two hundred at the very most. I was stupidly close to the action; here’s a little photographic evidence, as proof: Anyone who knows me well would already be familiar with this, but for those who don’t – Macca is my biggest influence; the single-most reason I considered performing in the first place. I’m not exaggerating: the catalyst for me picking up a guitar / wanting to be a performer can be traced back to this one particular Scouse source. This man is the sole reason for chasing my dreams and aspirations – and ultimately, for living in...
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