After the intense week I'd been having, the idea of driving 500 miles round trip to Liverpool should have filled me with the good sense to cancel the trip. However, I will not let work get me down. I will work hard enough to get the job done, and done well. I will also ensure that I do all or most of my gigs, which is my way of saying that I'm balancing work and life well. Theoretically, there should be more sleeping, but I've time for them when I'm too old to wee unaccompanied.
This was the first night of my new company car. I took the old one to the man and got a new one. It's identical in colour, model, everything. The only main differences are that it looks cleaner, smells fresher, has a different number plate, about 19000 fewer miles on the clock, and the little buttons for the cruise control click with a slightly different feel.
This was also a time when we were doing some critical testing of a system at Heathrow. This put me in a good vantage point to tackle the various roads leading to Liverpool.
As it happens, I made pretty good time, arriving near the start of the gig. It was to be a hard gig to play. A few people in a very large room. However, it was a student gig, which means that if you played it right you could use their energy. I set up my strategy. I would hit the stage hard - loads of energy - and make myself as amused as possible. Stupidly, I didn't record the gig, assuming that I'd crash and burn before my allotted 25-40 minutes were up. I was given quite a good range of times to fill.
As it happens, though there were occasional haiatuses in the amusement, and though I played the gig disgustingly self-indulgently, I breezed through nearly 40 minutes without really losing the room - they were getting tired and I got off the stage before they were totally sick of me. It was a closing set, so I think I gave them something akin to an end to the show.
I did some silly things, mind. I did "the emergency jaunty jump", which, after setting up, caused me to deliver a very high kicking heel click, which must have been fueled partly by adrenaline as well as my recently discovered (taught) stepping-over technique.
As gigs go, I had a good time and people were nice to me after. That's really what it's all about.
This was the first night of my new company car. I took the old one to the man and got a new one. It's identical in colour, model, everything. The only main differences are that it looks cleaner, smells fresher, has a different number plate, about 19000 fewer miles on the clock, and the little buttons for the cruise control click with a slightly different feel.
This was also a time when we were doing some critical testing of a system at Heathrow. This put me in a good vantage point to tackle the various roads leading to Liverpool.
As it happens, I made pretty good time, arriving near the start of the gig. It was to be a hard gig to play. A few people in a very large room. However, it was a student gig, which means that if you played it right you could use their energy. I set up my strategy. I would hit the stage hard - loads of energy - and make myself as amused as possible. Stupidly, I didn't record the gig, assuming that I'd crash and burn before my allotted 25-40 minutes were up. I was given quite a good range of times to fill.
As it happens, though there were occasional haiatuses in the amusement, and though I played the gig disgustingly self-indulgently, I breezed through nearly 40 minutes without really losing the room - they were getting tired and I got off the stage before they were totally sick of me. It was a closing set, so I think I gave them something akin to an end to the show.
I did some silly things, mind. I did "the emergency jaunty jump", which, after setting up, caused me to deliver a very high kicking heel click, which must have been fueled partly by adrenaline as well as my recently discovered (taught) stepping-over technique.
As gigs go, I had a good time and people were nice to me after. That's really what it's all about.
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