Got up at a nicer time today (we left the hotel at 10.3am) and drove to Bedford, where we were headlining a nice little festival. I wasn't impressed on many levels; I get that festivals overrun, but by an hour and a half? And then the sound was shocking; seriously diabolical. We understand that it's not easy, but to give us barely any monitor mix at all? It was a struggle, the audience loved it and were mostly oblivious but we had a horrid time and even cut out set short, we didn't even play the single we're still promoting - it was that bad up there. Set: Take a Ride, Fine Life, Face in the Water, Standing Next To Me, Ghost Town, Marathon Man, Old Man (cover), Beautiful You.
Still, lots of happy audience members, although we couldn't hear ourselves maybe it wasn't too bad.
Drove home, popped in to see my parents' to drop off Fathers Day present. Dad collapsed yesterday, but they didn't want to trouble me...I would have come home in an instant. He seemed better today but still, they worry me. My house mate has a brain scan in the morning, that's never a good thing. A lot of people I know seem to be falling apart at the moment - I need to be strong for them. And on a selfish, creative level, next week has to be the week in which I take these many projects by the balls and make them work for me.
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