Venues in large cities usually have a house kit. Transporting gear hasn’t been a problem for the last 12 years, but back when I was living in New Zealand I was often scoffed at for not having a car.
“You’re not a proper drummer if you can’t transport your kit,” would be the usual response. I am not a proper drummer.
Nobody in the band drives. Now that’s all fine and dandy in London, but we have talked about venturing outside of the M25 with our music. It’s not easy to train it with amps.
I took the plunge: I decided to take my driving test. Those of you who read Road Rules Monthly will know that the driving test is changing in December. The road gods are adding Sat Nav driving and parking on the right (illegal in New Zealand!). Everybody is rushing to take the test before the change, and it meant the only driving test available in all of south-east England before the end of the year was in Weston-super-Mare. I had never heard of Weston-super-Mare. Weston-super-Mare is a strange name. Weston-super-Mare. I said it again.
I failed. Something something manoeuvre took too long. No touring for now. It’s okay though, I was in Weston-super-Mare, so I could console myself by taking in the sites. Hahaha, yeah nah, I spent the rest of the day in Bristol. Here are some pictures of a bridge: