In 1987, I got roped in to joining my first "proper" band at the age of 14 and was the youngest member by at least 10 years. I was totally hooked after my first gig but it must have been touch and go for the other band members whether they kept me on or not!
I had previously been playing guitar and got to know the owner of a guitar shop opposite my school as I used to spend most of my free periods and lunchtimes with him jamming through the amps in his shop. He was also lead guitarist with a popular (well, in Watford and St Albans anyway) band called The Sea.
One day while I was there he told me their Bass player had left the band and they were looking for a replacement; would I be interested?? I said yes without giving it any thought whatsoever and we immediately swapped my Fender Tele and amp for a white Japanese Fender Jazz with a dodgy "made in the USA" transfer on the headstock that he had on his shop wall.
We rehearsed that night and it was root notes all the way (at the time I was heavily influenced by Adam Clayton and Simon Gallup from The Cure). It fitted in with their requirements, I was offered the job and then told the next gig was in 3 days time!
The most difficult part was persuading my parents that it was a good thing for their 14 year old son to be a member of a pub rock band and that hanging out with men in leather jackets, earrings and long hair was perfectly normal. My Dad was fine with it as he'd always liked his live music. My Mum was more difficult to convince.
We agreed to a compromise in that my Dad would come along to the gig with me and ensure I was safe and not drinking too much etc. Being the archetypal teenager ("so unfair") I reluctantly agreed as long as he didn't speak to me or even stand anywhere near me.
Gig day arrived, we all met at the Pub in St Albans and the landlord graciously agreed to serve the 100 or so under-agers who'd turned up to witness my first performance.
I would like to tell you I rocked, I'd also like to say that I was rubbish but neither is true. In all honesty I can't remember. What I DO remember is that my fretting fingers would only move at 50% of their usual speed during the first song and that my plucking fingers kept getting caught under the strings.
The second song was marginally better and by the third song I was absolutely fine (still playing roots though).
After the first set I mingled with my friends and felt like a God! The second set I decided I would play bass and smoke a la Slash, so I strapped my bass on, put a ciggy on my bottom lip and promptly removed it again after seeing my Dad pull his face and start shaking his head.
All in all we went down really well. I received a lot of good hearted rather than musically appreciative compliments, but the band obviously thought I'd get better and let's face it anyone who can draw a decent crowd to any gig has a place in the band Incidentally our current rhythm guitarist is the biggest draw I have ever seen and 100% deserves his place in our line-up!
Best part of the night other than the playing of course was my Dad admitting that he'd had a few drinks and wasn't in a fit state to drive home so my Mum had to come and pick us up!