Banding eh?
This is a story I’ve been thinking about committing to text for a while. The hesitation has been that the banding community where I live is quite small and pretty much everybody knows everybody. However, plenty of time has passed now, one of the main players has moved away, life has gone on and, as Pool Supervisor Keith Mandemant famously said, "no one died" . Last year, a few days after the areas, I left the band I was playing in. I'd had no plans to leave, it wasn't something that had been on my agenda. They were an enthusiastic and welcoming band who only rehearsed once a week which at the time I joined them worked well for me. We'd had a decent result at the contest and I was looking forward to our upcoming Spring Concert. I’d spent much of the day with our MD. We got on well, and I genuinely considered them a friend. They were relatively new in post and had taken over a solid band that had been built over a few years. Good, committed players who were almost a...
