A Sunday evening, I had dinner at my parent's house. I drove their pick-up truck back into town at around 10pm. When I got home I realized that this might be the moment I'd been waiting for. I lent my drum kit to a friend to do a month long tour and now they were sitting in his friend's living room. I had to get them from his friend's house to my bandmate's flat. This meant contacting Greg, my pal with the drums, him contacting his friend who was temporarily housing them, him calling me back, me contacting my bandmate to see if he'd be home, and finally, both Greg and I trying to track down a vehicle. A clusterfuck of inconvenience. We'd done this song and dance a few times over the last two weeks to no avail.
Moments of musical serendipity committed to memory.