How I met the Black Rapids
How I met the black rapids.
It was a cold October Sunday afternoon, my mind was wondering as it often does, there’s always an uncertainty when meeting new people but my philosophy is nothing ventured nothing gained so I went to the garage put on helmet and goggles kickstarted the bike set out on a journey that would start a new chapter in my life.
The heat generated from the bars wood burner highlighted the smell of last night’s spilt beer, although the bar had only been open for an hour there were casualties shouting across the crowed room. The tradition of back room bar gigs is something I’ve always enjoyed, when good an intensity intoxicates the needed.
The band approached the stage and started tuning their instruments. The parishioners jostled for prime position, I lent against the back wall, and within the first few bars I wanted in.
