see, one of the biggest problems
Nov. 6th, 2003 11:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shermaramawith deciding that this would be a music-only sort of journal, is that so far I think there's only one post I've written drunk, and possibly not even that one.
Tonight was a Bad Fucks rehearsal, the first in three weeks, we even had to pay part-cost of the one that got cancelled at short notice two weeks ago when I was in hospital having a chunk of my leg cut out. And tonight was so near to being our first gig - Ness though it was open night but when Olly quizzed Martin Fish it turned out not to be, and flying in the face of just how well we would have fitted into a bill with the inestimable Amateur Ninja Club and the sadly much-diminished Anal Beard, they decided to carry on with the pointless and rhythm-section-less Astronauts rather than give us our first taste of the limelight. Still, ANC's temporary digeridoo-ist's contribution was well worth it, and not merely for the spectacle of someone carefully aiming the business end into a mike whilst mastering circular breathing seven feet away.
Dammit, tonight was the first time I've got to employ real energy for a week, I could have coped with carrying on and doing that in front of an audience. I'm left with merely the terrible dilemma of whether it's worth going over the road for a second bag of chips since the first didn't seem to do it, and that's not enough.
Tonight was a Bad Fucks rehearsal, the first in three weeks, we even had to pay part-cost of the one that got cancelled at short notice two weeks ago when I was in hospital having a chunk of my leg cut out. And tonight was so near to being our first gig - Ness though it was open night but when Olly quizzed Martin Fish it turned out not to be, and flying in the face of just how well we would have fitted into a bill with the inestimable Amateur Ninja Club and the sadly much-diminished Anal Beard, they decided to carry on with the pointless and rhythm-section-less Astronauts rather than give us our first taste of the limelight. Still, ANC's temporary digeridoo-ist's contribution was well worth it, and not merely for the spectacle of someone carefully aiming the business end into a mike whilst mastering circular breathing seven feet away.
Dammit, tonight was the first time I've got to employ real energy for a week, I could have coped with carrying on and doing that in front of an audience. I'm left with merely the terrible dilemma of whether it's worth going over the road for a second bag of chips since the first didn't seem to do it, and that's not enough.