I want to thank everyone who made it out last night for my crappy set, and to apologize for being so crappy. If they ever let me take a stage again, I will definitely not have four drinks before going on (well, three BEFORE, one DURING). After all, I am no Sergei, heh heh. Speaking of Sergei...have you tried posting to your blog again lately? I miss your lunatic ramblings and assorted jibber jabber about getting the jibblies from people's fritters.
Last night again showed me how great my friends are, and I'm really grateful. I promise next time not to book me a show until I've practiced a whole lot. This was kind of a last-minute thing (like two weeks), and I lack the discipline that a live performer should carry around. Music has kind of been on my backburner for the last year or so, and oddly enough, it's only been in the last year that I've played any shows. I love the fact that I sabotage myself. I think it's one of my better qualities. No I don't.
I promise not to get all mushy (too late), but I really appreciate the support I've gotten from everyone, even though my playing last night was subpar. I think I understand a lot better why Pete Townshend had Roger Daltrey. It's much easier to just play guitar behind someone than to try and play guitar AND not fuck up the words you are trying to use to convey emotion. I had promised myself that I was going to try to sing more, and ramble incoherently and jam the words together less. I guess I kinda did that...but I really wish I remembered the words to the Grandaddy song, as that involved singing. Oh well. I passed out at like 2:30 and I woke up at 7am, which is when I usually go to sleep, so I'm all sorts of messed up right now.
Thursday, September 04, 2003
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