I’m With The Band: The Trials and Tribulations of Being a Band Girlfriend
It takes a special breed of woman to take on the role of a band girlfriend. If I’ve said this once, I’ve said this a thousand times. Every single significant relationship I’ve been in (and even some of the peripheral ones) has been with a guy in a band. While each former boyfriend’s musical endeavors have been of varying success (anywhere from “sometimes we meet once a week” to “sorry, honey, we’re going on a month long tour of Europe”), the song remains the same: it almost always ends in disappointment.
It takes a special breed of woman to take on the role of a band girlfriend. If I’ve said this once, I’ve said this a thousand times. Every single significant relationship I’ve been in (and even some of the peripheral ones) has been with a guy in a band. While each former boyfriend’s musical endeavors have been of varying success (anywhere from “sometimes we meet once a week” to “sorry, honey, we’re going on a month long tour of Europe”), the song remains the same: it almost always ends in disappointment.