Referencing a scene from Garth Algar, one of the greatest characters to have graced the screens in the 20th century, I feel like it perfectly sums up my experience with music since a young age. I like to play. There wasn't too much thought around it (at least not in the foreground), and that's the way we liked it.

There wasn’t too much to do in my hometown if you weren’t mad about football or bowling, so we aimlessly jammed a lot. At 14/15 we realised that this was a ticket to getting into pubs underage and sneaking in a cheeky pint or two at the jam nights. It was an unspoken rule but whenever the stage was empty, if we wanted to stay within the damp carpeted party place, we’d have to fill the silence to justify our presence.

I didn't know any notes or scales, so we had no language to communicate anything or framework to climb around. There would always be a dirty little fumble at the beginning of an idea. This involved awkwardly looking at where people's hands were and then trying to look frantically back and forth at one another's fret-boards and try to imagine what you're looking at flipped and reversed on your own instrument (not sure if this technique is taught at the conservatory?).