Anyway, the gig was interesting. It was enjoyable, but possibly for the wrong reasons... at least until the act we were there to see took to the stage. The wonderful Dawn Kinnard was just amazing. Her voice seemed equally as croaky as my cold-induced voice had been all day, yet it seemed perfectly tuneful and oozing charisma. Some of what she played made me feel musically inspired, as I realised anew how many patterns of music there can be and how soul just is soul.
The other parts of the gig, before the closing act, were in many ways ludicrous. I could have stuck it out, though my friend was keen in some sections, to get out of the room. Where I was sticking it out, my head was filling with tons of ideas about lampooning the music on display. There's no two ways about it - if watching a band being serious can make you laugh, then that band is probably not bringing anything world-enriching to the gig. As a musical comedian, though, I don't mind finding the funny in other people's music - especially if I can then turn that music to my own evil purposes and make my audiences laugh.
I should probably write some new material.
On the way to and from the gig I had my mp3 player on and various episodes of I'm Sorry I Haven't A Clue playing. I was listening more to Humph than I was to the rest of the cast. I had the chance to appreciate him again. That's something to be thankful for too.