Spent most of the morning burning the rest of the CDs, whilst keeping an eye on the freelance stuff. Took bloody ages but just got all 100 copies made in time.
Felt very stressed about that gig, emotionally this one was tugging at heart strings I didn't know existed. This is all for Dad, I know he'd be proud. I even wore his shirt and tie.
Soundchecks were messy, frantic and I was generally quite snappy to people around me...musicians got stuck in traffic, a few administrative tasks were forgotten about. But, because people are all totally and utterly awesome, it all came together. Gaf learnt to play the piano part in Everything I Own (because we forgot to reassign that task) despite the fact he's a bassist, not a pianist (WHAT a great musician Gaf is - seriously, that was unreal how quickly he picked that up on an instrument he doesn't know how to play), my chore band of Marcel, Claudia and Adam all nailed it, totally in soundchecks.
The gig itself? Well, as much as this sounds like a cliche, it was a blur. A stressful blur, an emotional, stressful blur. But we stormed it, completely. I didn't expect to have to do a speech at the end, I wasn't in the right frame of mind for it - I mean, I do stand up a LOT, but this was different. This was a gig where we recreated my deceased father's record on stage, in public, words were an issue. Jess didn't allow my first, short speech, there was a demand for more so I gave them a bit longer. It was a rollercoaster. It worked, the whole night worked. I have such amazing friends, pretty much all of my best friends were there, the general public in the audience were totally on side. All of the musicians when on stage added their own characters to the performance, and when they weren't performing they were supporting those who were.
We've created something fucking special here.
That was probably one of the best nights of my life, shame I didn't appreciate it fully at the time because I was so stressed about it.
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