Tuesday, September 28, 2004

Morning all

Well, it’s the day after the night before, and its that time again when we all think "why did we do that?!" but not today!
It was Mr Bruces first gig back, so it was always going to be more of a warm up for greater things, though the pressure was on when a bunch of Bruce’s mates who he met in the Cooke Islands packed out the place by themselves…. Cheers guys!


The fact that it was free probably had something to do with the place being a bit busy, which is absolutely fine by me, as I envisioned us playing to about ten people, so bob on! I will never drink again before a gig either. Well, maybe one, and although I didn’t drink for a good hour or so before, I’m sure the beer was the reason I was shit! (beer, always there to blame things on. Much like the time I burnt down the science lab when I was twelve. Though in hindsight, I realise that blaming the voices in my head would’ve been better)


At the time we were playing, I remember thinking "oh dear oh dear" and for some reason, I just can’t play bloody Chromatic anymore! I have no idea why, I must be a complete idiot! The same thing happened just before I took my driving test. I could do reversing around a corner brilliantly, in fact the driving instructor, Bob (lovely bloke) said I was the most natural driver he’d ever taught (though he also said that to three of my mates who promptly wrote of all of their cars) so anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, corners - reversing. Got it. So, a week before my test, I just couldn’t do them anymore. I spent a whole two hour lesson doing them. Nothing. Not a thing. It was like an amputee trying to play pick up sticks. It just wasn’t working. I passed my test though. I wore my shortest skirt and put on extra gloss. Worked like a charm.
So this in no way relates to Chromatic, as I have no intention of wearing a short skirt on stage. The band vetoed it. Bastards. They say that the fans wouldn’t want to see my nads up a denim mini skirt. I think they’re wrong, but a pearly veto is a pearly veto.


What the hell has this turned into?! It has no direction, no structure, no humour, well, questionable…
Anyway, in short cutting out the unnecessary clap trap, we were due a bad gig, and I felt that it was not our best.
However, when I got home, feeling a little tired, a little depressed, and very pathetic, I listened back to the gig, and was actually quite surprised at how powerful we sounded after the first few songs. The little mistakes didn’t really come across as much as they do through the monitors, and it was really very good! So never trust anything I say, because I’m probably wrong, but I’m always wrong with sincerity.
Oh, one last thing, if anyone comes up to me and calls me "Showbiz Stu" one more time, they’ll be eating their testicles with their toes
. Right?!

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