Blackpool 2 - the half witted retort.
Ah, perfect!
So like I said, 260 sold tickets. The company may have broken even tonight. But it's unlikely, I still worry about that every time we play a show.
The show went ok though I made a couple of booboos in the first half. I thought one of them I did in I'm A Believer was blatently apparent, but no one noticed. Though I remember Katie looking round at the time with a "what the fuck" type of look on her face. So I'll rephrase, no one in the band noticed. I must have made a good recovery! It goes against the old welsh musicians code - If you're going to fuck up, make sure you do it twice and loud enough for everyone to notice.
The view from the band's dressing room. You could pretend you were Kate Winslett and Leonardo DiCaprio in Titanic at the end of this pier couldn't you. I mean, er, like you know, if you wanted to... um, if that's your thing. It's not mine but, you know maybe it's yours or something or other. Best continue I think.
My brother was expecting his first child as we were playing our first half. At the interval I was expecting a text or answerphone message with the good news, but nothing. After the second half, still nothing. And now it's 12:00 we've set down and packed up and driving home and still no news. I'm very worried about them now. I called home and not even they know what's happening. So forgive the lack of funnies, shit's just got serious!
I'm not a religious man but I'm praying to God now.
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