"Hens love roosters, geese love ganders, everybody else loves Ned Flanders"
Today did not suck.
One of the bands I'm in (Summertime Revival, which is still the worst band name ever) played a gig in the middle of town, in front of Debenhams. There were other bands playing as well, it was all part of some college fundraising drive. It was fun. And, well, I enjoyed it anyway. We played six songs in all, three covers, three originals. Such a pity about the direction the founders of this band want to take it (weddings, formal dances, that kind of deal) because the originals are... pretty good. I'm not saying top ten or anything, but I am saying, good songs, good quality songs. Certainly the kind of good quality songs that, if you put twelve of them on an album, it would get good reviews in Q and Mojo. Especially Mojo, because they like retro-y stuff. Still, going the weddings etc. route will get me a decent amount of money, and will fulfill the promise I made to my father to be earning money through music by the time I was 25. It's only a pity he's not here to see it, but I'm not going to go there as that'll just make me all melancholy and stuff. Anyway, I have my electronica-esque band that I'm going to be starting soon. Well, I still have a singer. And possibly a bassist. And I was listening to someone in the rehearsal rooms this morning who had a similar synth playing style to me.
I wish a certain someone who should be able to guess who they are could have seen me play.
Actually, I wish everyone reading this could have seen it. Playing keyboards, especially soloing, that's the one time when I can completely lose myself, totally and utterly let myself go. Actually, being on stage in general does that. I'm a showperson, I think, I live to entertain and to perform.
In related news, Moira rocks, because she just gave me a spare ticket for the student party dooble tonight at the still amusingly named Twa Tams, and has also offered to buy me a couple of drinks, for I am, of course, skint, as any fule kno. I like the fact that I have friends like that who'll help me out when I'm in a fix, online and offline.
Anyway, people who tell me they're not pissed off with me when they blatantly are, are silly, but I love them anyway.
Last night I dreamed that Heather was a singer/songwriter, in much the style of Tori Amos, and she had a highly acclaimed album out. That was cool. Not that I'm disappointed that she's not, of course, that would be silly.
Am done.
One of the bands I'm in (Summertime Revival, which is still the worst band name ever) played a gig in the middle of town, in front of Debenhams. There were other bands playing as well, it was all part of some college fundraising drive. It was fun. And, well, I enjoyed it anyway. We played six songs in all, three covers, three originals. Such a pity about the direction the founders of this band want to take it (weddings, formal dances, that kind of deal) because the originals are... pretty good. I'm not saying top ten or anything, but I am saying, good songs, good quality songs. Certainly the kind of good quality songs that, if you put twelve of them on an album, it would get good reviews in Q and Mojo. Especially Mojo, because they like retro-y stuff. Still, going the weddings etc. route will get me a decent amount of money, and will fulfill the promise I made to my father to be earning money through music by the time I was 25. It's only a pity he's not here to see it, but I'm not going to go there as that'll just make me all melancholy and stuff. Anyway, I have my electronica-esque band that I'm going to be starting soon. Well, I still have a singer. And possibly a bassist. And I was listening to someone in the rehearsal rooms this morning who had a similar synth playing style to me.
I wish a certain someone who should be able to guess who they are could have seen me play.
Actually, I wish everyone reading this could have seen it. Playing keyboards, especially soloing, that's the one time when I can completely lose myself, totally and utterly let myself go. Actually, being on stage in general does that. I'm a showperson, I think, I live to entertain and to perform.
In related news, Moira rocks, because she just gave me a spare ticket for the student party dooble tonight at the still amusingly named Twa Tams, and has also offered to buy me a couple of drinks, for I am, of course, skint, as any fule kno. I like the fact that I have friends like that who'll help me out when I'm in a fix, online and offline.
Anyway, people who tell me they're not pissed off with me when they blatantly are, are silly, but I love them anyway.
Last night I dreamed that Heather was a singer/songwriter, in much the style of Tori Amos, and she had a highly acclaimed album out. That was cool. Not that I'm disappointed that she's not, of course, that would be silly.
Am done.