Feeling guilty that I'm missing Mum's birthday next week as I'll be on holiday, we took her out for a fancy breakfast this morning at a nice little farm I discovered recently that serves good food and, more importantly, allows dogs. She had a great time, as did the dog, who pulled me over and I fell flat on my face into the mud. Everyone else enjoyed that moment, at least.
Dashed back and then met up with dep bassist Bobby and we set off on the long drive to Devon to do a gig none of us really wanted to do. Already without Gaf, we were then hit another blow when G fell sick and pulled out of the gig at 6 hours notice. We called the venue, explaining that we were 2 men down, and we really are going to struggle to play a 90 minute show like this, but they explained they had already sold out at 100 tickets with another 20 on reserve and we have to do it, somehow.
And that's what we did. The long drive with Bobby was great, by the way, we'd only met once before and that was in a rehearsal, but we spoke solidly for 5 hours about music and it was great fun, we'll stay in touch and work together again soon.
The first set felt awkward, V trying to sing songs that G normally sings, Lachy, myself and Bobby trying to hold it all together and, to be honest, too many ballads - you could just feel the audience getting restless. The second half though we totally stormed it... not sure what happened, but they were into it more and so were we and we ended up having a standing ovation and an encore. The best thing was...we sounded pretty awesome, too, the confidence grew, we were all improvising a lot but somehow we made it work.
The four of us then went out and got drunk in Exmouth, which, it seems, is pretty fucking rough on a Saturday night. We deserved those shots, though.
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