Band of Brothers.

Our percussionist bought each of us a pint last night at the gig, for our 11th anniversary he said. He should know, he keeps track of such things. So this is a retrospective blip.
I had played for many years in our local pub and there were always plenty of other musicians around but when these three lads showed up in short order we immediately clicked.
During that first year we spent a week together in beautiful Port Salon in Donegal where we spent most of our time jamming on the pub balcony overlooking Lough Swilly.
We really gelled and got to know each other very well.
Ten years on we are still the best of friends and rarely argue. Well, not much anyway.