Everything is different…
Chalk and cheese!
My voice works.
Back to the usual set.
I feel in charge of what’s happening.
My bra is under wraps, under control.
The sound is good.
The environment is good.
The audience is mixed gender, race, age… and religion I think… in that I know my religion is historical, and others’ is present…
They have come to this place, specifically for this event, to listen.
The last one is the one that makes the most difference.
I don’t think Tuesday was good for me, other than it made me stronger in appreciating what works best for me/us. We have good songs with complicated lyrics and unusual premise… with weird and wonderful chords and tricky bits and beautiful driving rhythms that lead to somewhere you didn’t expect to go. These songs deserve a bit of respect from us, let alone the audience. If we don’t value them, who else will?
Thursday was the best gig yet I think. Maybe that is because Tuesday felt so awful?