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Wednesday, May 11   >>

WELL, THAT WAS PRETTY

So I've just gotten back from that little gig I mentioned yesterday. I should still be there supporting my peers, but -- yeah, well, anyway. Long story short: I don't want to be up in that club until 1AM listening to performers I've already heard.

Anywho, our performance was just ...bad. We are a pretty fine-tuned group that generally gets great word, but tonight shit really hit the fan.

The weird thing is that I'm not pissed off. I would be, but I guess I've changed in the sense that I've come to terms with the whole "there are great ones, then good ones, then really shitty ones" idea.

As cliche as it is, you win some, you lose some.

There are PLENTY of factors as to why the performance didn't go well. They range from "these monitors suck" to "why are 2 of our members totally stoned at call time" to "there's a pen stuck in the goddamn piano" to "there are rumors we'll get banned from this club if we play this certain song."

The last one? Yeah, I'm not shitting you. That was a reality.

Luckily, nothing ensued. Well, at least I don't know of anything; I just got back. After the last song and outro, I just smiled and went home.

It all went by too fast, just like every other performance I've done.

Pft, man, that sucked. This is by far the dumbest night ever.