A stressful day because the press were in for HG. Woke up to see that, on the ticket report, the only person attending was indeed the journo... and she's from a major publication. But my mates helped out - Eric (Friz's dad), Alyn, Craig, Isla all turned up, as did Alan H's mum, and a few actual strangers, meaning I had 11 in, which in a 24-capacity room, felt fine. More than fine. EVERYONE was onside, including the reporter, it was hot, it was intense, but this is the best this show has ever been. Grown men were crying at the end, it was glorious. She seemed to laugh at the right time, but you can never tell, can you?
HOP was amazingly good today, too - really brilliant audience (all 14 of them) and Tara, as a singer (and I predict good friend in the future, we had a beer after the show and really clicked) is quite a find - she's an Australian comedian, Eamon nailed it again and Woodstock is just so happy onstage it's a joy to have her around. We had to work really hard to keep everyone onside, but it just felt like a glorious in-joke. That was a goodun.
And then Dom had a great show, too (probably spurred on by his own excellent review by the Scotsman), everyone clicked and it was a joy to drum to.
And then...nobody came to Something...which is fine, it's a tough Wednesday and many are struggling, so it was to be expected, but I've never had a day (yet) where everything totally works and I was so close to getting the full set. Still, 3 out of 4 shows isn't bad, is it?
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