Up at 6.30am ON A SUNDAY to pick up the pianist and then drive down south to play with Greg and the band. Big, major festival and a decent slot, too. Everyone on good form, I made one major fuck-up when I was being attacked by a wasp mid-song, but apart from that it was great...he surrounds himself with top musicians and we were all really on it.
Long drive home, but back by 8pm which for a gig day is nothing!
Working out Edinburgh logistics, major panic when I realised my accommodation doesn't start until 3 days into my run. Shit on it.
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