Two years in the making, ten years since we properly played together. Josh, Rich and I finally managed to get ourselves to the rehearsal space we used to call home.
Amps set up, guitars plugged in, mic on, drums at the ready — and then we safely butchered Lose Control about nine hundred times, followed by a similar treatment of Beg, Steal or Borrow. We did manage to get somewhere with a couple of them, but being that out of practice, the muscle memory was just a faint memory.
It was enough though. Enough to agree to meet up again next month and see if we can bring a bit more life to some of the other songs. I've definitely got homework to do and I'm absolutely fine with that — getting back in a room with those two was really enjoyable, and it was great to reminisce about the old times.
Too many gigs were ticking the boxes as favourites when we got talking, but the ones that kept coming up were the nights we supported The Rifles. For that, we'll be forever grateful to those guys. Big love to them and to everyone we met along the way.