
Being on the dole in Liverpool in the early 90's gave you three choices - you either spent fruitless hours wandering around Orwellian job centres, took to drugs or joined a band (and quite often ended up indulging in all three at once).
Luckily I knew a few guys in a band; we shared similar music tastes and a vacancy had arisen for a bass player. So I joined Coma Ray (as they were known) in 1991, playing bass (which I could barely do at the time, but hey, that's rock'n'roll. [read more...]