un4tun81

I am 50 years old, disabled male who loves his family. Once a long time ago I played in a band doing covers from the 60's through the 80's at the time we were spandex wearing freaks from the hair band days. This was when Metallic was just coming around and others to follow. Tensions were high when our drummer decided he no longer wanted the life style and he did have a really good job. With us short on people and nerves the singer and I got into an altercation and I popped the lollipop right in the mouth and knocked him off his feet, he didn't get up until it was settled that I would be out by morning. Then I met my wife and she had 2 kids from a previous and we had one of our own together, and that path of family and daily grind of working to food on the table and the family interest cames first, the dream was put on the shelf. Well now I am 50 and all the kids are gone and we have grandkids now and everything is being taken care of. I have purchased some new equipment, cracking the knuckles, stretching the fingers and gonna try and get back in the scene. Best wishes to me, right??