That time always comes.
When the band that started as a four-piece of keen kids
added a keyboard player,
then a string section,
then got remastered,
then went overblown and brought in a guest sax player and harmonica
splits and the second-most-creative one goes somewhere else.
So they hire a symphony orchestra...
...and write their own dodgy symphony.
And bring in a bunch of gay Filipino backing instrumentalists, because African music is just so Paul Simon and they want a different "angle".
And then one day they just stop and go back to basics and bring out the "unplugged" album.
It's not just posing.
Don't forget:
- one day you will look at the vestments
- or the 24-part music group
- or the 12-point sermon
- or your 6-part series on making your marriage work
- or the seventeen people preceding you on your way to the altar
- or your "23 steps to loving your kids" programme
- or the drapings you've just had placed around the High Altar
and you'll say to yourself - "how did I get here?"
and you'll think - didn't this all start with a bloke, in a dusty country, with a bunch of mates, who said "love God and your neighbour"?
and you'll go unplugged.
With thanks to RobinsonS again for the inspiration.
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