For some reason I didn't go to bed till 4am last night...yet I wasn't out partying, I was home from the gigs by 1.30am, I was knackered, but I was up watching Dad's Army. And now I'm even more knackered. I'm my own worst enemy, sometimes.
Two festivals today, and a reminder why I hate these gigs; I like venues, indoors, with dressing rooms, and parking. Festivals make me angry; you can't park anywhere near the stage, you have to lug equipment across a field, you spend half an hour trying to find your stage, the people are the sort of people I strive to avoid. Yet we have to do it, because it's potentially a new audience.
Today it pissed it down, we had audiences but we got so muddy I ruined my trainers and we all felt a bit miserable.
Festival number 1 - Ipswich, set list: Bluebird, Never Mind, Goodbye Sweet City, California for a Girl, Beautiful You.
Festival number 2 - Abbots Ripton, set list: Fine Life, Face in the Water, Bluebird, Goodbye Sweet City, Standing Next to Me, Ghost Town, Earthquake, Gotta Get a Message to You (cover), Shut Up & Dance, Beautiful You.
I now have a stinking cold, having spent 8 hours in the rain, and I feel dreadful. And next week looks ridiculous.
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