The Double Door
This past Friday, I had the extremely goddamned kickass pleasure of performing at the Double Door.
There are few words to describe how it felt, and I will now use them.
I am in a band.
And now, I think it is my calling to be a rock star.
I will do my best to avoid any and all rock star cliches such as using enough drugs to power a small town in Nebraska.
Aside from a near crippling case of stage fright...the likes of which I have never, in my entire life felt, it was one of the most amazing moments of my life. Seriously. Stage fright? There were two moments before I went on when I came dangerously close to bursting into tears. I was in a total panic for about 2 hours before the show.
It was the sound check that did it. I got up there and as we were running through our set, I looked out into the bar and remembered how many times I had seen bands play the very stage I was standing on. And how everyone was going to be looking at me. And how I couldn't fucking hear my monitor. Ben, the sound engineer came to the rescue and gently reminded me that I needed to sing louder. Which, fueled the panic even further as I promptly forgot all the words to all the songs. In the world.
Then I remembered I had a solo. And very nearly vomited all over my new shoes.
After some food and 3 glasses of Cabernet I wasn't feeling any less panicked. At all.
But when it came time to take the stage and I was standing there and the lights were on us and the band started and I felt Jason's drums shaking the entire stage...and remembered also that I was being backed by the drummer from fucking Caviar (one of my favorite bands) all was right with the world. Everything felt as natural as though I had been doing this all my life.
I never wanted it to end.
We had a 30 minute set.
I go into the studio to record our album in a couple weeks.
daddy-cool...
There are few words to describe how it felt, and I will now use them.
I am in a band.
And now, I think it is my calling to be a rock star.
I will do my best to avoid any and all rock star cliches such as using enough drugs to power a small town in Nebraska.
Aside from a near crippling case of stage fright...the likes of which I have never, in my entire life felt, it was one of the most amazing moments of my life. Seriously. Stage fright? There were two moments before I went on when I came dangerously close to bursting into tears. I was in a total panic for about 2 hours before the show.
It was the sound check that did it. I got up there and as we were running through our set, I looked out into the bar and remembered how many times I had seen bands play the very stage I was standing on. And how everyone was going to be looking at me. And how I couldn't fucking hear my monitor. Ben, the sound engineer came to the rescue and gently reminded me that I needed to sing louder. Which, fueled the panic even further as I promptly forgot all the words to all the songs. In the world.
Then I remembered I had a solo. And very nearly vomited all over my new shoes.
After some food and 3 glasses of Cabernet I wasn't feeling any less panicked. At all.
But when it came time to take the stage and I was standing there and the lights were on us and the band started and I felt Jason's drums shaking the entire stage...and remembered also that I was being backed by the drummer from fucking Caviar (one of my favorite bands) all was right with the world. Everything felt as natural as though I had been doing this all my life.
I never wanted it to end.
We had a 30 minute set.
I go into the studio to record our album in a couple weeks.
daddy-cool...
3 Comments:
need a groupie?
I can always use groupies.
'Specially dreamy ones...
oh.
well, i'll try to find some of THOSE kind for you..
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