Had a missed call tonight during the gig from dad's mobile. Naturally, during the interval I called back, a panicky mess - it was fine, he'd called me by mistake, sat on his phone or something, but it did make me think...one day, quite soon, I will get 'that' call. I hope I'm not too far away.
Slept in a bit today, and then did 3 hours admin; replied to all emails, sent out a press release for the film, and emailed a bunch of venues about the '10 gigs in 1 day' idea that Claudia agreed to last night. Quite excited by it, and it'll raise a lot for charity. Had 7 offers for it already.
That comes after the film premiere, solo tour and musical - all of which need my attention still.
Long afternoon/night with the band, off to a place near Coventry for a photoshoot (excellent) and then gig (a struggle). The gig was a struggle because not only did the soundman refuse to mic up the cajon, he insisted everyone else was really loud. The result? Richards doesn't give a shit for the first half because he can't be heard, and then in the second he hurts his hands by trying to play loud enough. That gig really hurt...it's just not natural, is it, to hit a wooden box for 2 hours solid? In all fairness to my bandmates they shared my frustration - we're a team. Standing ovation, went down a storm, I don't think the audience were aware of our issues tonight. Home by 1.30am.
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