So we finally got to the show after what seemed like an eternity of waiting, and well, it was worth it because playing the tunes in front of people was satisfying to the max.
I can't speak for the other hardened killers in my band, but I was SHITTING MY PANTS. And I never get nervous before a show. The inside of my mouth felt like the Sahara Desert, and the dodgy Sav Blanc wasn't helping either. I couldn't even look anyone in the eye; it was like 5 years of getting pissed and getting in people's faces at Cops shows had been a walk in the park compared to this. Suddenly I turned around on stage and there was no Beck to make fun of me, smiling as I made a tit of myself. Shit! Naked!
What I did see before me was killers. Stone cold sexy killers who slayed that gig with a machette and a hand grenade. It suddenly dawned on me that a new era of my musical career had begun, and it involved being surrounded by sausage. Grand Sausage. Chorizo-fuckin'-burn-your-ring-off-sausage! My boys mean more to this record than anything. Their heart (and sausage) is well in it, and they came to the party and flogged the shit out of it. I doff my hat and every other part of my body to The Boys.
After that, I turned around and just sang and had a great time. Loved it. Can't believe I just did nearly 2 years of not playing live. Never again. Never.
A heartfelt thankyou must go out to Lucky, Noni, Jeremy and the Rats Nest crew who made us feel like part of the family. Wicked people and wicked venue. Also to the people that showed up. It meant a lot to me that nearly 2 years of hard work was being appreciated, and I was chuffed with the turnout for a non-advertised gig. xoxo
Blah blah i've blagged on too much. Bring on the Oxford Arts Factory residency we just scored in Jan/Feb!!
