Every night is a late night these days, I'm really not doing the sleep thing at all. Woke up early-ish to work out what exactly I was going to perform at the stand-up show that afternoon; a half an hour slot is quite tricky because it's too long for my standard stand-up set yet too short for my Edinburgh show.
In the end I cut all the 'story' bits out of Inadequate Man (so the reoccurring dating stuff, the letters to my former housemate, the driving home from shows monologues etc) and changed the ending so I could do the 'Grace' song, which saves me in most situations. It worked a treat, I mean - it's odd, isn't it, what I do? I'm very shouty, I play reggae on my cajon whilst reading poetry, I apologise for no reason, panic and swear a lot, but everyone enjoys it, it was just a nice, fast 25 minutes. A random girl started filming my set on her mobile, that was a good sign, I came on stage a flustered mess, I left it feeling great.
Then back to St Ives to play a covers gig - hard work, long set (but for good money), people had a good time. We're professionals, we put on a show, we've done this enough times before.
I think today highlighted my development as a person; I'm becoming a proper, decent stand-up, that gets paid to shout. I'm also a really in-demand drummer who plays with really great people. It's all working, I think, everyone is a work in progress but I'm on the right track here.
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