So our mate Peter still is a bastard, but no longer part of our bunch. Living on the other side of the country proved too much of a hassle. PEKEY, bro, you will be missed, but the memories of 3.5 years of songwriting, traveling, gigging and drinking the occasional pint will prevail. And as we all know: ONCE A BASTARD, ALWAYS A BASTARD!
Yet the leaving of Peter did not cause BoB any worry, as fan-from-moment-one Wessel was both willing and well-prepared to take up duties on guitar and banjo. He already knew how to play over half of our songs as he showed up for audition. At the tender age of 20, the poor lad is already marked for life, because, again: ONCE A BASTARD, ALWAYS A BASTARD!
During the Saint Patrick’s Day weekend, Wessel already was up on stage with us for a dozen or so of songs. ByeBye Peter, we look forward to seeing you on the road with your new solo act. Welcome Wessel, we look forward to songwriting, traveling and gigging with you, bastard brother from another mother, and to maybe raise and sink the occasional pint.