So, let’s start out with the show, shall we?
Everything leading up to the show was pretty copacetic; nothing that could possibly make me suspicious that I would not do well. Nothing to make me nervous about; no gear problems unforeseen.
Had a good amount of friends in attendance and it was good to see all. Brian and Seb were there; Sharke was there, Sheec and Mystic were there. Go Cubbies was there with 4 others in tow.
I’d say if I had to review myself (which I’m terrible at by the way) I’d say that I played piano better than I thought I would and guitar worse than I thought I would. For the frequent reader, you’ll know that I recently fixed up my old Peavey Classic 50. It had been such a long time since I played through that amp I sort of forgot how much the distorted channel um…sucks. It just sounded plinky, and when you can’t get the right sound out (say, when you’re used to a more sustained tone) well, I just sounded “plinky.” I’ll have to figure some things out. Brian suggested I go acoustic guitar for these more quiet shows. He may be one to something, because it’s just a different feel.
But the piano was something I’m happy to report went much more smoothly. The “first time” performance issues included messing up lyrics here and there, but for the piano, all that practice paid off. And it was ALOT of fun to play. Voice was in shape too, so I had no problems there.
Thanks to everyone who showed up; I’ll post a couple of pics on the site soon; probably under “xtras”.
The Set
Radio Free
There Won’t Be a Next Time
Forgive+Forget
Percy’s Song
Hip Hop High
My Oh My
Ambulance Chaser
Closer’s Not Good Enough
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A principal act of true love:
Following the show, it turns out g-friend had 3 martinis. G-friend is also a bit of an itty-bit. G-friend, in other words, should not and was not capable of holding down 3 martinis.
So, from approximately 1:15 AM to about 3:45 AM I held the hair of my beloved as she prayed fitfully in the bathroom of our apt. She fell asleep a few times in the penitent position before her god (who accepted her multiple donations), and I chose to create a comforter and two-pillows style bed on the bathroom floor nearby (lest she needed me to attend to her). Yackety Yack, don’t talk back.
At about 3:30 the plumbing began to make this drip-drop sound of which I knew I had no chance of sleeping next to. I asked if she needed my continued attention, and she mumbled something along the lines of “no, thank you, baby.”
I returned to our actual bed, where I retrieved 4 hours of sleep; this because I was to record early that same morning with Elvis Levy.
No rest for the wicked!
