Yours, Mine and Ours
For those of you that don’t know first-hand, being in a band is an experience unlike no other. It is no surprise that the band environment is a veritable powder keg of not only mind-blowing cohesion, creativity and synchronicity, but of regrets, bitter acrimony and downright hatred. While I won’t say *all* of the best bands straddle that knife-edge of violence in pursuit of great art, but the anecdotal evidence suggests a great many number of them have. Simon and Garfunkel, Jagger and Richards, Ray and Dave Davies and of course, where would this short list be without the Gallagher brothers? Creatively speaking, these pairings produced their fair share of gems, thereby making the tension pay off in the end. But what happens when tension happens and there is no saving grace? Therein lies the problem. (Allow me to preface this by stating, in its present configuration, I love my band. They are, to a person, the most thoughtful, creative and easygoing folks I have eve