Joining a band

So you stared up at a Jon Bon Jovi poster on your bedroom wall and daydreamed about how well he must do with the ladies – what with such a fine head of hair and such a nice shade of marbled denim. So you talked your old man into coughing up some funds for a few guitar lessons.

And 10 years later you’re still crap and still dragging your friends along to sit through your excruciatingly painful gigs. And it’s not because you love music, it’s all because you thought it’d help you pick up. Nope