It starts like many great ideas: in the pub, a conversation over a nice drink. Late at night we go out; tap a fresh water source with some pipes that we duct taped together. And then comes the moment; our still ol’ Haggard Badger begins to fill and we ignite the fire underneath it.
While it boils and magic takes place, we pick up our instruments, lubricate our throats and sing about trains, hopeless love and the transience of drugs. We play until we drop and sleep underneath the stars.
The next morning hails us and we set out to another place with our fresh batch of ‘shine; we’re the Moonshine Brigade.
24 May 2020