what the hell is this about?

Several friends have embarked on their own P365 journey but as I have no camera nor an eye for photography I've decided to try to complete "a doodle a day" for an entire year. Most will be in my little Derwent A5 sketch book but some could end up being from the corner of some document or scribbled on a newspaper. As the year progresses I will try my hand at inking them as well?

If some of them don't make sense, don't worry, they're probably not meant to. You may notice there will be certain themes along the way and if you know me you'll know why.

I hope you enjoy.

Okay, here goes, every day til I'm 39.

Friday, March 4, 2011

Day #284 - Bubbles


Kenny 'Bubbles' Appleyard is one of 4 boys, the youngest. His mother was a music teacher and Bubbles was her only son that had an interest in music. Music is one of the only static things left in the world and practitioners are held in the highest regard as live music died out centuries ago being replaced with electronic synthesised computer generated music.
To get a band to play live music would be something short of a miracle in the common world as there were only a handful of bands in the US, they were difficult to book and expensive as hell.
Bubbles was the leader of Appleyard 5, a 5 piece Jazz band. Their instruments were relics worthy of a museum.

Their sound was like nothing that you could synthesise, it was so organic and full of body.

Fame didn't really follow the band as their only appeal was live music and only in certain circles, i.e. ones that could afford to book them and also afford the license to allow them to play.

In saying that though, the Appleyard 5 was booked solid all year round.

Bubbles had plenty of stories about the different gigs that they'd played, the most famous of which was for the Francanamese Ambassador's birthday but Bubble's favourite gig was the one that he played for a little 15 year old boy, the payment that he received was second to none as it resulted in the most beautiful instrument he'd ever seen, little JJ Up.

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