It's Only Got Four Strings

Most memoirs on Rock N Roll repeat the same old song and dance.   

Our hero/heroine is born under a bad sign, starving for their art and living on a prayer. 

Until chance or circumstance thrusts them into the limelight.

Everything is rainbows, sold out shows and riches from platinum discs. 

Until they succumb to the excesses of success.

After a few stabs at rehab, they get addicted to brown rice and wheatgrass 

Then its time to clean up on the victory lap comeback world tour

And roll credits....

However, none of the above applies to..Steve Steele.

You've probably  never heard of him. 

As an unprofessional bass guitarist since the late eighties.

He has successfully avoided any visible form of international acclaim.

Over three decades upon stages of various sizes spread across two continents

 He shares his mishaps, misfires and misadventures, 

This isn't a cautionary tale, nor a rags to slightly better rags story.

It's not rocket science, this is rock n roll and his only excuse?

...It's Only Got Four Strings