Skins to strings

As you can probably guess from my previous posts, I'm a skinsman, and have been ever since good ol' mum and dad entertained my teenage wishes and bought me a kit aged about 14. After many months of playing virtually all of Green Day's "Dookie" album with my mate Perrett, throwing in the occasional Nirvana and the opening few bars of "Girl From Mars" by Ash (it gets boring after it kicks in at the start, so we just stopped), I had to leave for uni and so leave the kit. 'Twas a sad day. But in the years that followed I've become a professional desktop tapper, much to the annoyance of, well, everyone I've ever met.
My hot ass wife recently bought me a small electric set, complete with foot pedals, so I've been nailing some Cradle of Filth and NOFX on that for the last few months but the time has come for me to make the plunge. Down with the sticks and up with the strings.
Bro dude is a shit hot self taught bassist with an arsenal of axes, so he was my first port of call. Obviously he nailed rhythm guitar too so had a six-string laying about which is now sitting in casa del MADman. So far I've mastered a C.
Next stop, Free Bird.

Iron Priest

Get my rant published in this months' Metal Hammer - so far I'm a published author in Metal Hammer, Kerrang and Sega Power magazines. I think I should be respected and admired in the writer community for my contribution to mankind. I mean, I fail to see how Anne Frank's Diary can be any more insightful than my request for cheats for Mortal Kombat back in the early 90s.
I was also glad to discover that my metal mistress has now discovered Iron Maiden ("WTF?!" I hear you cry). Despite being more than aware of their work she'd never really, well, "absorbed" their beauty. The times have changed though; she's a convert. I'm still working on getting some of the toilet Radio friendly guitar guff off her iPod but apparently variety is the spice of life...
Listening to the old Devildriver joint a lot recently too, purely because the song "Grinfucked" has given me a new expression to describe what my boss does to me weekly - no, this music blog is not about to turn into a gripe about how I hate my job, things are tough, and so on and so forth. For if I go down that route, I may as well hang up my horns right now - FIGHT THE POWER KIDS!
Cannot wait to see Priest play "Breaking The Law" at Download - 80,000 metal/emo/grunge/screamo/punk/goth/spatula/porridge kids chanting along is going to be pretty huge.
See you there. Unless you're watching Simple Plan on the second stage...