Today a CD arrived. Not an unusual event at Gable End, to be honest.
In fact, some would say an all too frequent occurrence. Like my Mum, who thinks that any money not spent on the family is money wasted.
My rationale is that music makes me happy, and that's good for the family.
I jest, of course.
No, today this CD dleivered with it the fulfimemt of a lifetime's dream. Namely, that since approximately the age of 14 I've always, ALWAYS wanted a credit on a proper bone-fide professionally released album.
And now, thanks to master muscician Dec Burke, my journey is at an end. See...
there I am, on the right. See ? SEE ?
Of course, in my dreams it was going to be Rush or Pink Floyd but, hey a credit's a credit and it's a bloody good album to boot. You can buy it here www.decburke.com.
And, what did I do to deserve this accolade ? Well, I went to meet the great man himself to discuss all his works in interview form, the product of which will be unveiled in the forthcoming Dead Nobodies Dec Burke Special - "The Story Behind Storylines" (working title).
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My speech to the never-sufficiently-to-be-praised Institute of Public
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4 comments:
Shameless self-promotion, tsk tsk.
Nah, seriously mate - Well done!
Nice work!
I had to stalk his family to get on the credits.
Immortality at last Bob. :-)
Wonder how many beers you had to buy him.....?
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