g (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} tryingtobenice) wrote,@ 2005-08-29 11:45:00 |
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Acting like a rock star.
Saturday night, the Ruby Suns played a gig for Fleet FM in a warehouse downtown. I turned up at the agreed upon time, feeling a little achy after playing a soccer game for a friend's birthday and full of beer & BBQ food from the after-match function. Of course, hardly anyone was there when I arrived and Sean from the Odeon was kinda stressed that only one band had played and they were already 20mins behind schedule. I lied and said that the rest of our band was just looking for a carpark, even though no one was answering their cellphones. But it was fine - we set-up in record time, thanks to the help of James Sneak and aided by the fact that Ryan had brought slightly less gear than usual.
The set went well I think, though I was already a little drunk by that stage and so spent my time playing loudly and dancing around in the two-foot gap which I had free on the stage. For the second time, we funked out the end of "trepidation" on various forms of percussion, which was fun, though I hope we don't become like the phoenix foundation and start jamming every song into oblivion.
Things descended into enjoyable chaos pretty quickly after that. Each band member had six free drinks and even when I'd got through mine, people kept giving me vouchers for more alcohol or just handing me plastic cups filled with god-knows-what which I dutifully downed. The end result: kissing people who I maybe shouldn't have; talking to a drunk girl who seemed like she was going to fall off the bar and trying to convince her that she should get down by getting up and dancing with her for a while, then following her out the back of the place, where I had to convince someone else that snorting the BZP from some party pills wasn't a good idea; bothering matt brennan while he was playing; telling connan that he should get a haircut; going home with someone I really really probably shouldn't have; and more, so much more...
I had such good fun, but now I kinda feel like I should never leave the house again. Though we do have a gig coming up on Sept 10th at the King's Arms with the Nudie Suits and Bachelorette. I doubt I will even manage to stay home for the next coupla days, since I'd like to see the Sneaks and Pluto doing Rolling Stones covers on Wednesday. I still feel headachy today and I am at work for my last day as a librarian (well, I guess technically I will still be a freelance librarian). The upshot no doubt will be: more junk food for lunch and a continuance of my slow decline in health. Thank god I've got rock'n'roll and writing to ruin my life.
Saturday night, the Ruby Suns played a gig for Fleet FM in a warehouse downtown. I turned up at the agreed upon time, feeling a little achy after playing a soccer game for a friend's birthday and full of beer & BBQ food from the after-match function. Of course, hardly anyone was there when I arrived and Sean from the Odeon was kinda stressed that only one band had played and they were already 20mins behind schedule. I lied and said that the rest of our band was just looking for a carpark, even though no one was answering their cellphones. But it was fine - we set-up in record time, thanks to the help of James Sneak and aided by the fact that Ryan had brought slightly less gear than usual.
The set went well I think, though I was already a little drunk by that stage and so spent my time playing loudly and dancing around in the two-foot gap which I had free on the stage. For the second time, we funked out the end of "trepidation" on various forms of percussion, which was fun, though I hope we don't become like the phoenix foundation and start jamming every song into oblivion.
Things descended into enjoyable chaos pretty quickly after that. Each band member had six free drinks and even when I'd got through mine, people kept giving me vouchers for more alcohol or just handing me plastic cups filled with god-knows-what which I dutifully downed. The end result: kissing people who I maybe shouldn't have; talking to a drunk girl who seemed like she was going to fall off the bar and trying to convince her that she should get down by getting up and dancing with her for a while, then following her out the back of the place, where I had to convince someone else that snorting the BZP from some party pills wasn't a good idea; bothering matt brennan while he was playing; telling connan that he should get a haircut; going home with someone I really really probably shouldn't have; and more, so much more...
I had such good fun, but now I kinda feel like I should never leave the house again. Though we do have a gig coming up on Sept 10th at the King's Arms with the Nudie Suits and Bachelorette. I doubt I will even manage to stay home for the next coupla days, since I'd like to see the Sneaks and Pluto doing Rolling Stones covers on Wednesday. I still feel headachy today and I am at work for my last day as a librarian (well, I guess technically I will still be a freelance librarian). The upshot no doubt will be: more junk food for lunch and a continuance of my slow decline in health. Thank god I've got rock'n'roll and writing to ruin my life.
